Happy that you can ride your bike in the middle of the night down the Gulf road at full speed.
Happy that you could drive through the cold night air alone and have some freedom.
Happy that you didn’t get killed.
I really do so, because when you drove by, my night and my dreams were over.
And all I could think off until I got up was you.
So, I really hope you enjoyed your ride.
And all the other ones before and the ones that will come.
I just hope nothing bad will happen to you or that the police will catch you.
It would be too bad if I couldn’t hear the wonderful sound of your bike no more in the middle of the night, waking me up, making me think of you.
November 16, 2007 at 7:37 am
This hit home for me. I am a bicyclist and a friend of a friend was hit by a car on his bicycle (he is no longer with us). Can’t help but wonder if that is what you were writing about.
November 16, 2007 at 1:25 pm
No Michelle, I wasn’t referring to any person or incident in general.
Just regarding to the people driving by our place at 1 o’clock in the morning with loud bikes at a speed of at least 150Kmh…..
November 16, 2007 at 7:20 pm
And I forgot to say: I’m sorry for the loss of your friend!
I’m having the flu, so excuse my not very sensitive reply….!
My brain’s just not working right.
November 16, 2007 at 8:28 pm
Isn’t it interesting how we all interpret writing and poetry differently? Thanks for the kind reply and the explanation!
February 5, 2008 at 4:55 am
Thats really amazing .. you must have fun at that time … isnt so?