Riding Back Home

Fear of falling, I started to pedal.

Thoughts of getting wounded overshadowed

My eyes could not look straight;

The ride was shaky

Hands shivering and cold;

I held the brake;

You held the seat

Oh, yes. You were there.

I forgot.

Regained courage, I pushed through.

The ride became bumpier

You were once there;

I did not see you

I stopped and looked back.

Someone stood afar off;

Waved his hand and smiled.

Bid me to have a good trip

The last glimpse. The last farewell.

I pedal along the road;

Traveled the same path.

Now on my own,

I ride back home.


Written by Kristine Grace Onihog


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