Chasing Cars

I'm calm and collected-- Among rattled bones I dabble in empathy But, my words have lost their lust for me I try to flee from my demons-- But, they follow in rapid pursuit Thus, I know not Aspiration nor Her fleeting memory I left Her in the dust I am the lukewarm ghost of passed desire Of ten trillion unspoken words I chase parked cars in the midnight moon Yet, forget in the morning of what I've done...