Ode to a Bicycle
A spoke of my DNA
With me
Through thick; and thin
Rain, sleet, snow
Light or dark, always under me
Weather 8 or 98
My dependable, forgiving companion
Urban jungle, bucolic trail, violent sprint
With me physically
Each a soul of its own
Meant to soar, they are
A decision to part ways
S O L D.
A tear pushes through
My vacant smile
Two steeds
Expressionless, no-- sad
Mine no longer
Days pass
The struggle to let go
Real
I am alone
Again, they come
Like raindrops falling on a window
Pain
A photograph
Companions always ready
Always up for the game
With a stranger now
Poor care of his bikes he takes
He told me
My heart breaks
Far from love
I gave them
In the quiet hours
Preparing
For battle or ballet
Ridden they should be
I tell myself
Empty words in air
But only a fork in the journey
Everything
Has a time
A place
Fingers of the soul
Gently letting go
Reluctant
In a moment
Gone
Emptiness and Silence
Fill the void
Forever together.