Is it our Future?..
The one we passed?
Likely that site
won't be the last
When we booked
I stole a rear-view mirror look
Our ghost in white. Beloved. Still?
Only tears run free tonight
Might and might and Excuse me..
What was it that makes might right?
For what should have been
Is now chained in...
Wheels, never to spin!
Bright flower garland try to tinsel but
Begged to halt their color-joy
Petals and pedals now link us
Forever to this corner as
From these trials grim we breakaway in
Our own stalwart ride try to
Remember and fight to carry on

-bk May, 2012