Distilled Love
written by: Margaret Karim
She hums along
To jukebox tunes
Mind revisiting
Youth’s saloons
Friday their night
Cherished routine
Clings to its memory
Believes herself eighteen
Lost in the past
Rarely speaks
Occasionally her fingers
Brush his cheek
Wipe away a tear
On trembling tips
Presses them gently
Against her lips
Patrons watch discreetly
Catch each other’s eye
In the presence of distilled love
Have a tendency to cry
Margaret Karim is a retired local government officer. She lives in historic Gibraltar. Words are an abiding passion.
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