We don't say much.
But we know each others words
and we both have  a way with them.
Silence doesn't say much,
Yet its presence is deep felt.

We'll meet at the end of the street
In the dark shadows covered by aging leaves
And studded by light aged stars.
You remind me that we were their dust.
That we will become someone else's dust.

I didn't say much.
But we both know what will come next.
The words don't mean much.
We both have a way with them.

It's this feeling that is drilling
Calling me to come
And i hear it loud.
It rings to me
It sings to me.
It doesn't see
my situation
and the  complication
of these feeling and
where you and me
end up- near a street.