after the ash of the month
meets this one coming down the road
a match meets the paper and a flame
Which places your own way to
tomorrow and knows what that means now
but the amount a mean word means is
off the charts now that I see
your soul and where it meets me now
in the moment of a stab of attitude or
a hurt that knows you don’t care about
what happened two minutes ago
or when the clouds come across your
vision or the horizon
when it keeps our day like the last one
Or the first day we met again