You- armful of bangles, camel lights and a smile
Me- tattered button down, beard for days
It was a moment at the bar.
I was drunk and bought you a Jager shot.
You were drunk and belted out the chorus of "country roads"
Then ran away…
Placing an "I saw you" in the local paper
Is like playing the lottery.
You try
And you try
And at what point do you stop hoping that the person you're searching for
Is reading the paper?
It's an endless desire.
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