Oh, child of mine, I’ve come back to reclaim your most precious thing from that blue ravine off the stone road.
I lack the steadiness and pulse of movement to ride it home. So, I walk it back totally alone now,
remembering those first unsteady lessons until you found the perfect balance to peddle this silver dream beyond my steady support.
I will decorate the wheels with flowers- lilies, roses, daisies, lilacs- that carry your favorite scents and place it on your grave for the days they’ll allow me.
I listen to the stone’s peals, eyesight reeling with every silent glide of my heart. I lived long enough to see the fall, and when I die my heart too will drop into that blue ravine.
Stones will be my life. Stones the wheels. Stones the pedals and stones the petals. Stones, the heavy weight, that forever fills my heart.
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