I run for miles on end, the cities buzzing past me, never stopping, just running.
I try to run her out of my mind, the way her lips tasted, the way I felt when they met mine, holding back my eyes from burning her into ash.
'Lois, Lois Lane, do I even know you?'
Was it there all this time, this love that once would be impossible a year ago, she wasn't Lana; maybe that's why I feel this way?
Seconds go by, hours and days, but I still run, I have miles to go before I run Lois out of my mind before I can go home to Lana with a smile and not have the kiss hovering over my head.
I still have many more miles to go before I can sleep.