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...
