The Bike Shed

This will be a collection of poems, probably twenty, because I'm twenty years old now and I think it just sort of goes. They'll be personal poems, talking about life and experiences.

When we first spoke
You asked me,
"What's wrong?"
and I told you

I wish I could go back
to that bike shed
to that night
in the rain
again and again.

Because all that is left
for now and the future
I fear, I know,
is this pain
and it won't go.

The End

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