So she stood in a Casablanca strong hold.

So she stood in a Casablanca strong hold.

Humphrey Bogart moments making love
were her scattered thoughts
in a black and white color scheme.
It gave way for the hand-painted
flowers on her 1930s themed skirt
that thrasted about from walking.

Overcrowded people wave
in front of the screen she stares at,
regarding for the blinking lights
for his flight information:
Gate 32B - Gotcha.

She hurries with blushed frosted cheeks
Mama's rosary clasped in one hand,
and a rumbled letter in the other --
Dear one, I'll be a home soon, I'll be a home soon --
ignoring people coming by and by.

He parts the throng of flight-goers ahead
of him, clad in the USA military uniform:
dashing and prim to her tasseled apperance.
His eyes clash towards hers -
staring like he never saw stars before.

Here's looking at you kid expressions
in their eyes with tomorrow kisses
that she mailed three weeks ago
on his cheek - still blushing
and scarred of lipstick marks.