little red bike

the air feels feather-light

against my apple cheeks in the driveway

i try to balance right

and push the pedals as i

ride

you by my side

holding on for dear life

with the sun in my eyes

and with all of your love you let go of

my little red bike

i trace a figure eight

and fall to pieces on the pavement

you scoop me up and say

life's meant to be this way so get up and

i brace the handlebars

and coast against the breeze

i'm chasing after cars

while time is chasing after me and i