like an old rickety bike

take a moment to close my eyes
fantasize
about you

unstable, wavering, barely supported teetering swaying and crashing.

Scrapes and breaks, damage the form that is delicate love as our balance has vanished, and I realize that it was better to stay on the steady wide-treading smooth ride of being alone... and not to jump on this spindly contraption and take a dangerous ride just to prove that I could.