Looking out of the rear window I saw
The world receding in integers of white lines.
Each passing at rapid rhythm.
I turned and looked forward
And saw the same moments approaching me
At the same speed and with the same rhythm.
Then I looked at the place I was in now
And saw things at a speed I understood
As time passed unseen beneath me.
The only moment that mattered then
Was when I saw the look in her eyes.