I want to run;
Run away,
Far away,
To distant places.

Planets in space,
Worlds away,
World's apart,
To start anew.

Refreshing change,
From the mundane,
And the monotonous,
Worthy of champagne.

Mountains tall and wide,
Little hills their children.
Deserts of vast expanse,
Oceans surrounding sand.

Fields of green and corn,
Rocky oasis, huge waterfall.
Somewhere to go,
Anywhere but here.

Feeling helpless like,
A spiraling canoe,
Freefalling down,
A giant waterfall.

Deep in me, there's this cardboard box,
It's all closed up, put away in a corner,
And I'm afraid to open it up, show it to you,
Because I put my heart in it, sealed it tightly.

I want you to have it, but you can't yet.
Its a fragile thing, yours is too,
I wouldn't want it to be dropped,
Shattered away. It's already cracked up.

My heart is too big for the box,
Bulging at the top, held down by tape.
But it's starting to bleed through,
I'm worried you'll start to see it.

When the voices claw at your ears,
And the footsteps creep behind you,
Turn and see nothing is there,
Hear the silence of nobody there.

I'll hug you,
I'll hold you,
I'll protect you,
Until the very end.

I stand in the field, like an old man who remembers his childhood fondly,
Squinting against the sun, breathing solemnly as bees buzz around me, inconvenienced at my presence.

Hunching my shoulders against the heat, yes the heat, I look down on the ground, seeing the bike left here so many years ago.
Like my love for you, I abandoned. Left on the ground, overgrown and eroded away. How I loved to whisk away on this two wheeled thing... how I loved carrying you through the threshold and into the bedroom.

You were my everything, at one point.
My rock and shelter, my love, my life.

But somehow we simply fell out of love, stagnated, and withered away, unnoticed to our numbed sensitivity to each other. Cast to the ground and left there, like my bike I stand and stare at right now...

They say you can never forget how to ride a bicycle.
I know I won't forget you, my love.