Fin

I could never leave a film
Before the end
Roll the credits, I’ve had my fill
Of watching you pretend
Story muddled, acting poor
See every fatal flaw
I still care what’s in store
Come discreetly
And watch a scene I shouldn’t see
Know more than I, I need to for
The plot to thicken more
Not too late to be a craze
Flashbacks and cut aways
Hide all the endless days
I could never watch a film
Without seeing the end
Still rewriting the final frame
To make it say my name