This is not my spiritual language
But I know the terrain well
The empty nights and the
Hollowness of the moon
The heaviness of a neighbor’s
Glance as they step onto
The porch under the stars
How walls are built around
Hearts that wish they could melt
I will see you again out there
Whether you recognize me or not
And when you ask me for a cigarette
Or look my way on the street
We will know each other
Connected in a mystic union
Just trying to get through
The day and make it to
The evening in one piece