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Poetry » Life » WIndswept Rivulets font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: BranwenEithne
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-02-06 - Updated: 05-02-06 - id:2166242

It is inconvenient to cry while you’re biking

Blinding tears change the world

into a kaleidoscope of mottled smears

and necessary breathing come in sharp gasps

Your body fights between shuddering and

balancing precariously on two wheels

But how can I quell it when I see you waving

Standing on your porch while I turn the corner

Knowing that this may be the last time I see you.

The letters and phone calls cannot replace

The smiling welcoming face greeting me after a long day

The reason for making that one day of the week special

And the rest of my life endurable

In this chaotic changing world I could breathe

Knowing that no matter what happened

I always meant something to you

And that alone was enough to make

An inseparable bond

I bike faster then

I don’t know why

Maybe I’m trying to escape

Maybe I’m merely drying the salty rivulets

Stubbornly leaking from my sore eyes

And all too soon I reach my home

I brake slowly and put away my steed

For a moment I lean against the garage door

Wiping my eyes and taking a few deep breaths

Clearing the evidence of my rampant emotions

I’ll save the rest for later

Even though I feel that they may never completely end.



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