That’s it. I’ve been left nothing but two days at the bike shop and then a snap ending. Farewell to another summer lived fully and documented poorly in a sweaty haze of speed and blurred lights and passion. I take a deep breath and wait for the consuming wave of winter. Winter, you liquor store loiterer. Nobody wants to give you anything. Take your chalky salt stained leather shoes and leave. There is no life there, just cold eyes never breaking focus from their destination. Is summer alive as much as winter is dead? Then fall is the world on a knifes edge, and a heart so longingly not wanting to fizzle out alone. Autumn, you deep massage, you lingering embrace. I would wrap myself in four layers of drier fresh sheets if you hadn’t already done so. Lie here next to me and run your fingers through my hair. My melted muscles will find there way to the floor and don’t bother picking them up till the morning my dear. Exhale.
