Bike

I sold the sleek black bike you said I should buy. My special treat, in the shop, on my own, I couldn’t fulfil. It took your love, your woman’s will to tutor me in the art of self-giving and not to fear the gifts that feed. My self-denial father’s handed down creed. Cycling was the emblem of our in-love-fun. We headed out evenings after work, met near the deer park, rode out that summer to an unending, un-setting sun. What now our love is done?