100 Miles an Hour

I can drive 100 miles an hour

just to feel the rush

I left behind

of the push and pull nonsense

down the neon-lit tracks

as I spin in circles

on my way back to you

who left me lying

here amongst the ashes

of a thousand-ton sunsets

with more color than

lamplight guiding me

down tracks going more than

100 miles an hour.

And all I think of here

is no longer being

here, without you.