someone's every day...

how was today?

today?

today i was here.

i was really here
and i noticed
and was noticed

you were there in your chair
a chair you later told me wasn't yours
but someone else's
and it didn't fit you

i was there at that time
because her chair was not working
and i was going to help the older woman
get that chair in the van

so we are sitting there
breathing in the dirty, chilled, exhaust air
waiting for the same thing
and i was a little high from the thought of the smile i got

and people were walking by
looking at you
but continuing on
and i thought to myself

are you supposed to be like that?
is your body supposed to be leaning over like that?
you didn't say a word and didn't ask for help
though i doubt you could see me.

i walked into your visual plane
and asked if you needed help

and you eagerly said yes.

so i touched you
your strong shoulders
and your tied feet

i moved you back upright
and you thanked me
and i was worried that it would happen again.

i wanted to fix you
and that chair that did not belong to you.

so i touched you again and made sure you were better
and i smiled

and just acknowledged you


something no one else was willing to do.

i looked back at the girl i was waiting with
and though she can't talk
she gave me the thumbs up and smiled

and i felt full.

it's the being a part of someone's every day
that made mine.

i was there to help them out
and i met you along the way.

it's things like this that remind me why i'm here in the first place.

i'm waiting for the gifts like these...

inaugural rides we share...

cold air
wind
and
darkness

they remind me of you

heavy
and deep breathing
make me recall certain things

i heard they're moving your bike
to where it belongs-

home.

girl,
you are everywhere tonight.

in the smiles
and smells
and reminders.

i felt you all over me.

recalling our kisses
in the booths
at the tables

watching your ass
as you turned around
and reached for things

things that fed me
and things that fed them

more
than our heavy,
wayward
gestures
needed.

you filled us with
the drug we wanted
and craved
and reached for.

i'm peddling fast
and
i'm peddling furious
and thinking of how quickly things come to pass

the winter
and the coffee shops
and your presence.

breathe in
and try to hold it

i feel the cars spin passed me
and look at every other biker
in the dark
and wonder how anyone could have claimed to have seen you
on your final ride

to the river.

how?
because as hard as i tried
i couldn't see them
or you.

all i could see was road
and light
and sky
and darkness

but the habit of feeling you
and seeing you in the small of things
is nothing any discrepancy could hold.

though you are by yourself
i am with you
and i can feel
what you loved

and what you were in love with

on the wind
and the heat
and the sweat
of working the pedal.

breathe in hard
exhale hard

i am now home..

where you now rest...