Gravel crunches beneath his feet,
He stumbles, she laughs teasingly.
Lights whirl in the background,
But he’s too busy lookin’ at her
To notice all the cigarette smoke;
She can read the thoughts in his eyes,
And her heart can’t hold all this emotion;
He wonders what she’ll say,
But she already knows how this conversation will go,
Cuz she’s played it over in her mind
About a hundred thousand times.
~ Ilana Reimer