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.