A hundred thousand times

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

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