Tricycle

Driving down the same old roads,

now forgetting their names.

The radio plays songs

that remind us how it

felt to be young.

Not running away -

though we had no

destination.

These are the days we

forget about until we feel

them.

A strange-sick memory

we never thought

would replay.

We sat on the silent fringe,

nodding along to conversations,

pretending to understand

things we knew nothing about.

A curious mix of

hopeless & excitement.

Never sharing feelings.

Loving before we knew

the consequences.