Travelling Through the Dark

There was an entire road
I was trying to ride
when I had ridden
slowly.
But that never happened.
In the future
I had your image
on the road map,
but I never looked at the map,
instead I kept asking you,
"What now? Quick!"
Going over bridges and then
seeing the lights of windows
and advertisements.
The whole trip
falls off the globe
and starts hurling
through the void.
The void is playing music
and the music seems
empty. "This absence of song
is a hollow saw blade," you say.
The ringing in the distance
is shivering and the
night light is on.