I sit as the world speeds by me
distances and masses shrinking
bringing you closer.

Unbearable to be so near
and not touch you.

I try to tether my mind to books
snippets of conversation floating by
structural masses
music
anything!

But focus unravels
and I am left wandering
mindlessly
always back to you.

You are my Rome.

You,
my indulgence
my spring of inspiration
my intoxication