the only love affair i've ever had
is with the world in motion.
the permanent state of impermanence
that wakes me every morning
to question the sky above
(something no human has ever done.)

and i'd much sooner heed the call of escape
than the sigh of my name from your lips,
because i know that nothing will ever
look as beautiful as it does
from the window of a moving car
as i fly past it,
for now.

or maybe forever.