Speeding ahead at roughly seventy miles per hour, my mind is racing faster. The further we get from the city, the more aware I become of your presence. I try to look out the window; a successive line of green with occasional breaks of brick red. I try to appreciate this neglected beauty, but these images are not being interpreted. They pass by my eyes as though I am blind. I try to focus on the sounds that are surrounding me; the shrill whistle from ahead, the rumbling of the tracks below us, the rattling of the windows. These noises, they surpass my absolute threshold, yet all I can hear is the click of your keyboard. I am too aware of the mere inches between us. All I see is you, all I hear is you, all I feel is you. I rummage for my iPod. I immerse myself into the music. As I begin to lose myself, my eyes wander towards you. I know you can feel me. I know you know. I start towards my calm. I am approaching the serenity. As I enter it, I recognize a desire for your presence. I long for you to accompany me. Physically, you are only inches away, but that is not enough. The music, it fades into white noise. The rushing landscapes, they blur out of focus. There is you. There is you. There is you. Come with me.
And you do.