a fleeting feeling (bicycle induced)

and like childhood melodies, they rode their bikes together under the springtime moonlight.  he rode ahead, not aware of anything while she pedaled slowly aside; fully aware of everything. 

following behind she stalled as yet another man merely passed her by.  unbeknownst to him he had broken her heart.  and like a rusty chain, she had fallen apart.

yet with every fear comes freedom.  life is truly like riding a bike.  so instead of regressing to training wheels, she shifted gears, pedaled faster, and continued cycling by.

fleeting feeling on a bicycle

 

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