Kickstand

remembering when I use to ride

my bike through the neighborhood of life

sounding like a motorboat

with playing cards in the spokes

falling down and getting back up

riding all the way back home

hoping that you were there

to make me feel better giving me

encouragement to weather the waves

caused by the storms that I rage

you wasn’t there I believed you didn’t care

looking for you everywhere kicking cans

trough puddles in the rain to soak the pain

searching for an umbrella to block

Theses tears from falling down on me

 Being so lonely aching for company

In all I see surrounding me

 too young to be unhappily

scabbing over and healing

to keloid scar tissue

paddling on to the next issue

through all that has been said

out of all that has been done

honestly I swear I still miss you