CASABLANCA

 
It occurs to me
that we enrich our lives more
by simple things.
Not with a dramatic romance
played out or great sacrifice
that puts our love to test.

You've never asked to see Paris
or Morocco. You have no desire
to boat the Rhine
in Autumn.

You're satisfied to watch
Casablanca on TV;
more times than I care to count.
It never fails to make you cry.

We just sit there;
me holding you,
makes that tragedy easier to bear.

Those little wads of tear soaked tissues
scattered across the sofa,
the silver light,
the popcorn smell that fills the room;
makes me feel so Rick
and you look so Ilsa.
 
John H. Freeman
 

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