Musings from the drive home

(for a contest)
 
Antiquated romanticisms  
shift into clarity.
Expectations left unfulfilled, frustrated  
by forced views of reality.
She may never love you, unable to.  
She's broken; like you, but different.
Soft, sensual thoughts transform into hard  
cerebral synaptic surges.
Passionate lusty desires dissolve,  
willing the carnal to wither,
and soberly drop away to the ground  
like dead leaves in the cold night.