The Joyrider
He came roaring down the lane
engine humming, eyes alive
chasing something I could not touch
not me, not love, just the wind
I reached for him once
my hands trembling, my heart open
but he only laughed
his world was speed, smoke, freedom
Nights he returned
tangled in dust and neon lights
I waited for warmth, for staying
he offered only the thrill
I let him go
not with hate, not with sorrow
just knowing some hearts
are built for roads, not for holding
I read about his death in the paper
the boy rider who chased the wind
who laughed at danger and speed
who never knew how to stay
He died for the thrill
not for love, not for me
just a flash of engine fire
a heartbeat lost in motion
I remember his eyes
alive with something I could not hold
now frozen in ink and sorrow
a story of wanting, and letting go
No anger, no tears
just the quiet knowing
some hearts burn too fast
and leave the rest of us behind
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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