the year of 2012 was the birth of a proud moment you learnt to ride your bike.
as traditions stand, your dad taught you to ride.
you felt so proud when your feet managed to leap off the ground and your hands had control. you decided to ring the bell of achievers.
the noise rings straight to your heart presently.
your dad standing there, proudest he could ever be.
you could never forget that moment of feeling valid.
as children do, you grow up and priorities change.
things just sometimes don't feel the same as they was.
every-time you hear a bicycle ring, it takes to back to that moment.
a single tear shreds from your eye.
the heartbreaking evolution that you can't get that moment back.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgic gulp
Poetryfor the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.
