that dangles out her car window,
her blonde hair plays games with the wind.
soft beats play faintly,as she bobs her head and begins to feel it.
the green light changes to red,
and she sits in the stillness,
taking a few puffs from a cigar,
so recently lit.
she gets tired of waiting
and takes the right turn.
arriving at what appears to be
her destination, his house.
the night before,
she was on a highway,
far from home,
arriving at a place unknown.
he greeted her, with smiles,
and took her in,
to a room full of friends,
that instantly connected.
last night, was filled with laughter,
and perfect chemistry,
beautiful music,
and fun pictures to relive the memories.
tonight takes on a more chill persona,
as she sits in her car,
taking the last puffs of her cigar,
she smiles with windblown hair.
he walks out to greet her,
with nothing less than smiles and warmth,
she tries to hide the excitement in her eyes,
as his embrace takes her over.
hand in hand,
he leads her through the door,
and the couch beckons them
to come and be lazy.
she seeks her place,
fitting perfectly
in his arms,
like a mold to his body.
she has always loved being held,
to feel him so close,
the movie begins,
as she looks up at him.
this is her last night in town,
and then she must once again,
fly, with outstretched wings,
to a town far from this moment.
trying to not be saddened
by the thoughts of her head,
she takes it all in,
his smell, the noise, the feeling.
his hands, always made her feel,
secure, where she belonged.
his lips touch her forehead,
and sheer happiness fills her.
it has always felt
like they were
the only two in the room,
no matter where they are.
the movie comes to an end
and they lay entangled
on the couch,
nose to nose.
they laugh in the silence,
and find it adorable,
that somehow
time has brought them here.
after hours of crazy conversations,
filled with laughter,
and silly jokes,
its time for her to go.
as the dawn breaks,
he walks her out,
arm around her waist,
goodbyes are always the worst.
the mist is still falling,
and this time it hits
her lips, and then his,
as they meet.
its like bliss
in the street,
as their eyes,
do the talking.
she climbs in her car,
with her windblown blonde hair,
and his scent on her shirt,
one last kiss, as the window rolls up.
she drives away,
in the dawn,
with the beats softly playing,
as she bobs her head.
no cigar in her hand,
just the wind and the mist
to remind her of the night,
she will miss.
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