Three

Three. More than three.
Reckless drivers. Turning corners.
Eyes only 5000 miles away at where they are supposed to be
The cars a blur, the trees a blur, the signs a blur, the people a blur, the blurs blur

No sounds get through; they can't get through
The roaring engines of the hum of your voice
The beating music of thoughts your mind accrues
The swish of the cars' 5 wheels turning, uniformly and without much choice

Three. More than three.
Calmed bikers. Peddling straight.
Eyes as far as 5000 steps would make be.
The cars will wait, the lights will change, the signs will stay, you won't be late

Then sound envelopes you  with a screech, thud, clash, halt
Front wheel crashed and bent, bike flat on the cement
Your cheek blushing like the sun, crying leaves of red, kissing the asphalt
And I am home, wondering where you went

Minutes pass and I am admiring the sun
Hours pass and I now am admiring the moon
Days pass and I am admiring the changes in the sky
Thoughts pass and I am still wondering where you went

Under this sun, your face burns against the scrapes
Under this moon, you're walking back home
Under this sky, they drive on by
Under the impression that one, three, more than three, isn't much to give to get where they need to be

Minutes into hours into days into eternity
Until finally you show your face to me
Upon it drying blood, peeled skin, the hickey of the sidewalk's embrace
But I am admiring the smile on your face

Lingering Shadows

The past,

Reoccurring and repetitive

A sense of no control

As history repeats itself,

An endless cycle,

Continuously

Falling deep into an eternal pit

Memories irk and trouble the mind

Like a shadow

Consistently trailing behind

Lingering close by

Never able to be shaken off

Never learning fully from the past

Remembering what was then

Reminiscing about what could have been

Yet unable to fix the problem

Wanting to change

Wishing for difference

To put a stop to the never ending sequence

Thoughts flash by

Years before

Actions past

The former you

A part of you forever

Part of your being

Your soul

Your heart

Your mind

Grasping and latching on,

Haunting you

Never able to fully let go

But one needs to learn

Then move on

The past has gone

But always able to resurface

So discover and be prepared

Do not let your nightmares of the past

Haunt the days of your present

And affect the times of your future