As he stared at the bike she use ride
It stood against the wall
Very still unlike it use to be
It hadn’t been touched for years
Not since the passing of the life that once road it
Along the country lanes she use to ride
I saw her daily as I walked the path
The path to the view
The view with many memories
We use to enjoy that view
Our first kiss was there
After courting for many weeks
I saw something in her
I had never seen before
We cycled in the lanes
Wind in the hair
Without a thought for anyone else
One day I’ll restore that bike
To the beauty once like it’s owner
Yet it would bring back many memories
Of all being good times had
With the bike against the wall
I still imagine her collecting it to ride
Swift like a summer’s breeze
She’d be away and riding
One day it’ll be ridden again
When I have the courage to remember the memories
Why the need for courage you may ask?
If all the memories were good
Then remember now and forever more
The truth is I want to remember the memories
But it just makes me fill with sadness
That I miss her so much each day
No matter how much I remember
She won’t be back to collect her bike
I will restore her bike one day
I’ll ride it to the views
Through the lanes
Like we used to do
Remember her like she was still here
Her bike is resting
Just like she is now
I have no doubt she’s riding in heaven
Willing me on to ride that bike again
To feel the wind in the hair
I will do so one day
And when the time comes
We’ll ride together again
In heaven above.