Meet Again

This cloud blown out my mouth isn’t smoke but cold air
Walking outside in the morning, the trees are bare
Spindly fingers of cold tighten round me, so I hurry on
Rejecting the cold I move along
Each step is a chord, I progress through the song
Coming out from the shadows, it’s warm in the sun
I just strode across the line, the intangible divide
Between that which I’ve forgotten and to that which I’m blind
Like a girl in the café, who I used to know
At the table across the way, but with whom in years I’ve not spoke
It’s funny to meet things long forgone to the past
They once ran in first but now they’re in last
But the line that they cast catches you, brings you to
You feel it and slow up, adjust pace
To run alongside them again, reacquaint with the taste
Like this girl with the French name –
Brandy, like the drink in the snifters of old men
Who regale of days gone and smothered flames
But I’ve never been much for the drink, it’s not conducive for me to deeply think
For some the drink recalls lyrics but this song, I don’t hear it
I only remember the touch as I near it
But for now I feel and steal away with the breeze
Some things never change, some things never leave.