memory

On a couch in the corner
of a crowded bar
Reliving memories from decades afar

She was fresh faced and fair
He had a headful of hair

A second round of drinks delivered
Their aged hands touch and skin remembers
Ignited, shyness falls away
Youth returns with an embrace

She pulls back
Her fingertips trace his face

For this gift, smiles radiate
Wordlessly, they gather their things
They don’t need this bar

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