missing that girl is like riding a bike;
it comes back to me.
she lingers inside my mind like
the pink and orange glow
that infiltrates the sky,
infectious warmth, insatiable light,
it bleeds through the blue
and refuses its hue to go unseen,
even after the sun has fallen
wordlessly behind the horizon.
and i've slashed tires, i've
thrown metal frames away but
always to no avail- for still,
i think of her.
