the ride back home

the ride back home

feet pedalling hard,

wind whipping past my face,

a wistful memory.

faded like the worn photographs in my pocket,

tinged with regret and bittersweet nostalgia,

because I ran and gave up my chances

of simple happiness and love in a small town called home.

I escaped that small town for the big city,

gave up on the sleepless,stargazing nights on forests floors,

lulled by the sounds of chirping cicadas.

I got lost in the concrete jungle full of

man made beauty,

emotionless and cold.

spent my youth toiling away

in dirty kitchen sinks.

days turned to months,

months turned to years,

success didn’t equate to happiness,

I learned it the hard way.

my fulfilled dream is no longer bright,

a hollow void in my chest ,

loneliness haunts me,

behind my fake smiles.

walking into an empty house,

there is no warmth.

tasting salty tears,

I think back to

the arms wrapped around my waist in the warm summer air,

the ride back home