I came a year ago to see you. I just ended up sitting alone curled up in a ball listening to M Ward crying on my sibling's sofa. I wished you were next to me when I rode around on the streets that I didn't know. I wish you were hanging upside down on the jungle gym that I stopped at to let my blood rush to my broken head. All I have is a gap of sucking void now. I don't know how to fill it with my weeping pedal strokes. I leave a trail of tear drops behind me as I ride in the puddles longing for you by my side.
i, Anonymous...