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A musical evening gives way to the blues |
City pavement whizzes by Streetlight reflections waver As our tires splash through puddles. You're always slightly ahead But you know these cracked stretches every faded brick, each hidden alley. I don't mind tagging along, catching your slipstream. A cool night breeze whips my face Laughing as I pedal harder Trying to stay abreast So I can share my breathless grin And glimpse those tawny eyes. There's an undercurrent in the air stirrings of an adventure. Every stop we make is unknown to the stranger shadowing your step. Yet they are all familiar haunts old stomping grounds, filled with years of history. Sometimes I witness a faraway look the thousand yard stare taking you to a place where I cannot follow. After Time's veil lifts; You return to me once more with a new plan, a different venue. Do you even have to ask? We speed off down busy streets, swerving around pedestrians, racing the stoplights. I marvel at your serenity: chestnut locks flying, eyes sparkling, purely in your element. Cars honk, drivers curse at us, You couldn't give a damn, more savage than this concrete jungle, more brilliant than the rising moon. At each location, hands wave Cheers erupt, calling out to you. Doesn't matter where we go, the spotlight seems to follow. And here I am, basking in the presence of a celebrity. It's a sea of hand shaking, introductions, countless names and faces, inside jokes, old stories, decades of friendships. It seems as if half the Genesee Valley has crossed your path at one point. All the sudden attention compels me to find a quiet corner content to let you thrive but reluctant to share your stage. It fills me with awe, witnessing your effortless charisma; floating through crowds flitting from social bubbles to new circles of acquaintances. The evening flies by and we are pedaling once more. Homeward bound, racing each other to the start. I am surprised to find myself already back, putting away bikes, gathering clothing and preparing for farewells. This is it, time to make the move, but my feet are frozen. You stand there, waiting. The ball's in my court, and I fail to catch it. So blinded was I by you, that when I regained my sight you were already gone. Your name means advisor, unique, and alone. My name probably means a blithering fool. When I awoke, all that remained was cold Thai noodles and the ghost of you. |