Nonsense #14

It’s odd really
How we never forget.
You could ride a bike
For twenty years,
Then stop for twenty,
Yet still when you sit
On a bike you know how
To shift the gears.

How the land looks in the sun
After a winter of snow.
How love feels after a time
Of loss and sorrow.
How much it hurts
When things go wrong.
How much I dream of a world
That can never be real, that
It is tangible in sleep
But invisible in life,
I never forget how it goes,
I just hope that one day
It won’t feel so strange.

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