To Amy, on your first birthday.
One year it has been,
Since I rolled you out the shop.
Glistening, gleaming, oiled,
You were the cheapest they had.
A new job, a chance to get fit, I thought:
I can always ditch it if it’s too hard.
But I never did.
Thanks to you.
Every day you wait for me;
at the bottom of the stairs,
your promise of speed, of exhilaration,
of a heart that beats as fast as it was meant to.
We have been together this past year
Through every weather, every emotion
And with every turn of your pedal,
I discover myself a little bit more
I’m truly sorry if I sometimes call you
“that f*****g bike”;
Know that you can only be so worked up
By something that truly matters.
And so every day we move together
And the more we do, the more I realise,
That you were never just a bike;
You were what was missing.
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