My trusty steed, now lying in the dark,
the red now faded to a rusty brown.
To sidewalks, parks, and houses we embarked,
to nearby planets, foreign neighbours found.
Now lying in a large garage so stark,
obscured by toys and junk in hapless mounds.
No longer darting like a flying lark,
no longer whirring in a blaze of sound.
I miss you so, and times you shared with me.
In childhood and older you remained.
But now in teenage years you’ve faded out
to nothingness and languished memory.
I think of you sometimes, my bicycle, so red,
and wish that time with you was still allowed.
for Alice
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