We revolved around so many times, riding your bikes, stopping whenever we caught a beautiful view, quiet nights together.
It didn't matter how cold, your hands gripping the handlebars, white knuckles, refusing my gloves no matter how many times i asked.
Every downhill, one arm raised to the sky, a smile and laugh trailing behind your hair blowing in the wind.
You laughed as if each moment was all that mattered, and that's why i fell in love.
Cities are filled with ghosts and memories, every window, every corner, one more part of you
Something's are too hard to carry.