Light a Match, Watch it Burn

Clasped hands in the darkness
Lights
Billboards
Endless highway
Time in motion
And with blurred edges
Lines become indistinct.
Heartbeat
Engine's thrum
Thoughts
So many thoughts,
Not enough time.
Is it a dream?
Squeeze of the hand
reassures it's
a moment unfeigned
existing
in the flesh.
Feelings
Impossible to discern
Take to the air
like seeds in the wind.
And the eyes
Mirror to the soul
two flames
smoldering
in the darkness.
That squeeze of the hand
Brings a surge of emotion
a question
a realization
How can someone understand you
if you don't understand yourself?

-C.S.