I’m About to Turn Off the Lights, But

Tell me again how words matter
how matter evolves over time
parsed through your words about the matter

and how this argument is stretched
for a time over the fabric
of our conversations.

Evolution always matters and the signals
we emote body to tongue
to this day, to change, to hours

to old friend, old walking mate
old drinking partner of the best
which sinks into the worst —

tell me how we share the bread of life
yet remain uninspired enough
to only desire another sunset
another spent late afternoon road
voyeurs to the devolution
within another silent day.