The gravel beneath my tires
My heart pulsing
Blood throbbing through my veins
The green house on a hill in sight

The dogs barking as my door closes
I walk upon your wood porch to hear your voice
My heart skips a beat
As you leave your house

A night with you again
A night of many words
Most of which unsaid
But I could hear them

As I leave
I can smell you on my jacket
A smile crosses my face
As I go back in time