He’s on his way out,
But he’s five dollars short
Which is a miracle
To me.

It’s colder today,
As if my heart knows
This is how it’s meant
to be.

The cab driver says,
“It’s okay. Just hop in.
I’ll take you where
You need to go.”

His head ducks down
Into the car
And it pulls away
Too slow.

A meteor hits
The bottom of my soul
And my hair
Could pull itself out.

But it’s been
Two and a half years
So we already know
What this is all about.