Alas, and Say Goodbye. A Song of Memory.

Alack, alack.

The police do not have my bicycle. It was indeed stolen. I didn't know it had a lock on it, and shame of shames, didn't lock it. In the US our bikes don't come with locks! The embarrassing part....since I didn't know it had a lock, I left it sitting, with the key still in the lock.

It has been reported stolen to the police, but I don't expect to see it ever again, my sweet sweet bike.

My coworker Maki holds out hope...her stolen bike was once returned, but I have not the smallest hope.



At any rate, sometimes I sit on my tiny balcony and listen to music...and sometimes I write..

Nothing complete usually, just thin phrases of jilted prose...

"musing,
insignificant snatches of words...
do you like them?"

but the other day I wrote something when a certain song came on...

(these are just ghosts that broke my heart before i met you...)

this is a song of memory.
i can't hear it now without remembering
hot summer nights on the porch,
or better, the roof,
and those almost cool breezes.

the late night stars,
driving past cornfields,
singing so loud the whole town could hear,
and laying under that sky
watching for falling stars.

toilsome jobs during hot hot days,
and friendships at night...

i can't hear this without
saying sorrowful goodbyes
to those short months,
those few days i'll never see again,
yet never forget.

it's a habit, now
to sit out and watch the sky.
and while the stars remain,
it's still not the same
without you.