Rain taps

Insistent beat

Opens the door

Moist heat

Walks onto the porch

Breathes deep

Sultry night

Most folk asleep

Sweet floral scent

Envelops her senses

Reawakens

Dormant traces

Of memories

Long in the past

Discarded

Gathering dust

Youthful exuberance

Parental curfews

Sitting in his rusty car

Little else to do

Innocence of first love

Superseded by maturity

Now married fifty years

Different reality

Bittersweet

To remember

Sixteen year old self

Naive, soft, tender

By Margaret Karim

From: United Kingdom