He's going the distance, he's going for speed. She's all alone, alone in her time of need

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.

He's haunted by something he cannot define.

Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,

Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.

In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.

She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.

Done