Boy on a pink bicycle

[Clarakore]

It hurts softly now

And I know any happiness

That comes

Is not going to last

I'll hold on this time

While it does

Instead of panicking

At the thought it won't

The limits of the heart

I know you'll walk past them

With me now

Then wait for me to cross back

For a while it was perfect

At the park

Water dappling under a weak sun

Air touching exposed skin

And through my clothes

We switched bikes

On the way back

Few people smiled back

But you made me smile a lot

Still smiling