maybe this is all there is

it's the word that doesn't know this language
yearning is close
once the car has pulled away

clouds through the windows
with music on surround sound
they ask where i am

the absence of the pristine texture
glossy keys
producing cacophany

once there's nothing to look forward to
other than the beautiful
and wonderful we all feel

wishing, perhaps
for behind or ahead
irrelevant to the lack of greater love