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Jan 2014
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I sit waiting for her at the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I wait for a text β€˜til it’s late

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I see her walking through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I asked her on a date.

One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
She walks back out through the door.

Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
I have died here on the floor,
Before I could walk her out,
Through the door.
Matthew Miklavcic
Written by
Matthew Miklavcic  CIncinnati, Ohio
(CIncinnati, Ohio)   
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