... & the tears fall...

[Kate]

....like silent ghosts nobody sees, because they would rather pretend otherwise...
The wind dries them, leaving tracks that a finger could trace without asking why.
The heart is heavy & only the ride can ease the pain, & although the road is somewhat blurred, the memory serves well, & the tires never falter.
There is no pavement long enough, nor tank big enough to take the pain away, but mile after mile, the hypnotic hum of the spokes gently alters the frame of being, making the turn back towards all that was left, that much more bearable....
The light is fading, & with it, the drama of the day, leading the night that much closer to holding you close & shielding you from more tormented thoughts.
The bike is the Godsend. The Saviour. The Ally, dealing with the cold cruelty of Fate
Being without it, is unthinkable ....

[MLC]

good one.

[HDangel]

nice calli

[Mominatrix]

Another good one. Thanks Calli

[Squirrel]

Sweet writing Calli!!

[Archangel]

Awesome post!! Thanks Calli