My Bike - A strand of spider silk, once taut, now rises and falls with each breath the room takes. Tethered to my bike's shifter, it beckons

A strand of spider silk, once taut, now rises and falls with each breath the room takes
Tethered to my bike's shifter, it beckons

It's been a while
The allure of open roads, quietened for some time
Overwhelmed by life's demands, desire smothered
Yet, my bike doesn't judge; it waits patiently
Its tires bulging—a slow sigh of neglect

Be patient, my friend, any day now
The click of shifters, the chain's soft rattle
Early sunrise's gentle glow,
The splendor and quiet of eventide

We've weathered life together
You've carried me and I've carried you
You've sensed power drain from weary legs
Felt the drip of sweat and tears on your top tube
Heard doubts voiced, fears whispered,
shared the joy of triumphs and the weight of failure
You've helped mend me when I've faced the pain of loss

Soon, the pump's hiss will break the silence
Rust will flake from your chain
Dust and webs gently brushed away
The outdoors awaits, any day now