We met again biking in the wilderness,
your beautiful ageless eyes still causes me much distress.
You were open and cheerful, yet guarded and coy
this long lost love still brings me so much haunting joy.
Up and down country lanes we rode,
through meadows, a back yard and by an antique house.
You stopped to look at me, your smile explodes
this long lost love, excites my temporal lobes.
We walked our bikes through a low lying meadow
listening to our hearts talking to each other,
wildly remembering, craving,
sadly hearing that endless echo;
a haunted phrase that still bewilders today-
something is missing.
I woke up as we were kissing
and left abruptly
with my bike.