I rode past where we used to race
The sidewalk cracked, the trees replaced
Your fence is gone, the doghouse too
But my old tires still push through
The mailbox leans, the gate unhinged
And all the paint is weathered thin
The gears were rusted, brakes half gone
But my legs remembered every lawn
Overgrown paths,
same bike ride,
different sky But same inside,
I didn't cry,
didn't
even slow But every bump still made me know
The chain skipped once near Miller's
Bend Where we swore time would never end
Your laughter hidden leaves in shade Like echoes,
dreams are softly made
I passed upon,
then glanced behind As if you might still fall in line
Overgrown paths,
same bike ride Ghosting gears I never hide
