she must have been a million miles this way toward me I wasn't
        sure she must have been asking for a way
        through what I couldn't be sure there would even be road to
        travel I never asked from which direction
        she had been led at which sign
        she had turned from which place and why
        she wasn't saying exactly where she thought she would be

        It has to do with spreading herself across nights and beds.
        Days for a lover. Lights out for long hours. Driving
        outside limits. Speeds and towns. And whether things are moving
        in or out of focus. It has to do with who she is
        to herself. How the room would look if the window were gone.