Memories Pt. 13

evenings, summer and fall.

From the beginning I knew about you and your bike. We talked about it a lot and most of our early nights were spent meeting places on two bicycles, one yellow and one gray.

Riding behind me you'd always ring your bell to make sure I knew you were still there. I got into the habit myself. If I was behind you, I would often speed up and try to get next to you, close. Close enough so I could touch your side or brush your arm.

Later, when you were staying over, you'd always ring your bell when you arrived at the front door. Just to let me know you were here.

I came to love that little ring.

Now, at night sitting in our house, when I hear a bicycle bell I think its you.

And you are coming home.