bike wheels

The lonely shadow of a figure on her bike.
Aging April night,
She cried-
Just wondering if someone could see her
Other than the sky.

Her bike wheels turning,
She was learning
How to be alive and be alone.
She just wanted to belong and be at home.

Aging April night,
She rode-
Wishing the sidewalk would never end,
Or take her to a place
Where she had a friend.

A runaway,
The end of day.
Take me somewhere I don't feel worthless.
Skidding the brakes,
That empty ache-
What did I do to deserve this?

The lonely shadow of a figure on her bike.
All those April nights
She sighed.
And decided the sky
Would have to be enough.

So Aprils turned to Mays and Junes
And the sky turned lovely colors too.

She's riding on,
Til the sidewalk ends.
She's going home,
Alive again.