Burned out matches,
old bicycle patches.
I keep these with me to remind me of my journey.
To remind me of the people I've offered a light.
To remind me of a few who took my light,
and rode alongside me awhile.
To remind me of the mistakes I've made along the way.
I can change who I offer a cigarette to,
a warm comfort along the cold trail.
The repairs are only temporary,
but I can never change the way I ride my bike.
Eventually it will crumble.
Eventually my broken bike will send me off a cliff.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
Burned out matches,
old bicycle patches.
I keep these with me to remind me of my journey.
To remind me of the people I've offered a light.
To remind me of a few who took my light,
and rode alongside me awhile.
To remind me of the mistakes I've made along the way.
I can change who I offer a cigarette to,
a warm comfort along the cold trail.
The repairs are only temporary,
but I can never change the way I ride my bike.
Eventually it will crumble.
Eventually my broken bike will send me off a cliff.
I wrote this after trying out mountain biking (it hurt a lot). Cigarettes represent the love (romantic love) I've given others, and the bike represents my body.
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