Headlights tracking me,
A sort of rhythm,
But beating in silence;
Again, and again, and again, and again.
Speeding past, lightening,
Their moments are fleeting
Inimitably mimicking my memories;
Again, and again, and again.
Flying by, in a whisper, a wisp
Like my thoughts, as I try to catch them
Partly Illuminated; like ghosts they glide;
Again and again.
Brightening every beat,
As they make silhouettes on my cheek,
I see all the imperfections of the glass,
Through which I wait for you;