He cocked an eyebrow curiously at the woman as she spoke. Obviously she had read it more than once. He wondered then why she was so harsh on it. Why would anyone read something more than once unless they liked it? Still, he was amused and intrigued at the same time. He had studied this poem in junior high, and had always liked it, always visualized it . More recently he had often brainstormed ideas on how to make a good film version, since he thought there ought to be one.
He chuckled a bit leaning forward on the counter. “I wonder why you are so defensive?” Before giving her the chance to answer he pulled back. “Film doesn’t have to change it, it can offer a different perspective, and add to what isn’t there.” He usually did not engage himself in this kind of conversation not that he had many friends to do it with but he couldn’t stop, not with her. “Six stanzas of writing may not convey to everyone how deep there love was. So much is left up to the imagination, and not every one has a good one. No disrespect to the author.” Now he wondered if he was making sense. It made sense to him, and he was sure she would be able to make out what he meant
“And as far as I’m concerned, their love was nothing close to brief. It was forever. The narrator believes his soul is still linked to Anabelle’s despite her being physically dead.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, if I’m confusing you. I have thought about this a lot.” He admitted a little reluctantly before leaning more on the counter and rubbing his chin.
“He’s waiting until he dies so that he can be with her completely, but that doesn’t mean he -isn’t- with her, if that would was the case there would be no reason for him to visit her tomb.” He laughed again still not believing he was talking about this with a complete stranger, not that it felt like talking to a complete stranger.