i followed my dream
to no avail:
it's still missing

the remains
though never alive
look very dead

there might be
grief i don't see and
screams i don't hear

white patches, dark shapes
pools of misty gold light
a blue-gray backdrop

they don't exist
much less in winter
and so don't need space

too early did i think
that he was halfway
back to normal

finally!
my bike
can count again