You don't need to say that you're gone.
I can see that. And anyway,
I couldn't hear you by now
you must be at least sixty miles an hour
and speed gently rising, away from me
how artificially clear
the sight of you comes
to me as you slap the wheel
- I can't hear
you're on mute, but I'm sure
you are singing along
and although I can't hear you,
I know the song
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