It was the moment Dumbledore
died, falling from the owl tower
the cinema inhaled in awe
silence echoed in the hour.
In that moment of quiet grace
I saw my friend in my side eye
roll her lips inside her face
and an epic pop broke the ice.
Vibrating through the crisp darkness
a climatic moment ruined
shuffling awkwardness won’t confess
the inappropriate intrusion.
NaPoWriMo – Day 5 – Inappropriate moments
Charlie Ann Alford 