As I'm riding down the block,

I hear my tools jiggle in the smaller compartment where they're stored.

It's just a little distraction.

It's trying to pull me away from my paradise.

I cross the intersection...
A few bumps in the road.

It's good thing I bought
a new seat, because the old one was dreadful.

I can still see her face.
It plays back in my mind,
along with old memories of her and I.

It reminds me of a scene from a movie. When someone dies and their life flashes before their eyes.
All their memories, good and bad.

We were holding hands, while walking in a nice neighborhood,
looking at houses and picturing ourselves in one of them.
running down the stairs with excitement, egar to sit at the family dinner table and be a Dad.

Putting our feet on the coffee table after a long day of work while ingesting it all....