they had never shared
dismal emotions
and she'd never seen him
lying prone before,
never
even tried
to imagine
what he would look like
from that angle.
Ice chilled her veins
and when
they picked him up
she watched
his tears spill
onto
unforgiving
frosted tarmac.
battle scarred
but brave.
he stood
in silence
waiting for her.
infinite
concern
fell
inside
loving whispers
as her
anxious
fingers
reached out
to gently
caress
his chest














I have to admit this is the first poem I've had entered that the surprise lay in the notes 









also clever to substitute 'him' for your bike 


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