To Journey

So,
here it
is.
I
had
busied
myself
trying
to
clear
you
of
my
head.
But
it
lingered
there.
Hanging
around.
Revisiting
me
eveytime
I
thought
of
the
time
I
was
riding
on
the
handle-
bars
of
the
bike
you
were
captaining
and
we
would
fly
over
potholes
in
the
gravel
road.
And
one
time
things
went
differently
and
I
wound
up
with
my
foot
tangled
in
the
spokes
of
the
bike.
And
you
carried
me
home.
The
pounding
of
your
heart
pounding
through
me.
Always.
Now,
I
travel
south
for
the
news.
Your
heart
pounding
through
me.