M.E.M.

And On And On And On

Life is for feeling alive
I have felt alive plenty of times.
But not many stack up to a ride on the back of a motorcycle.

A death trap on two wheels
that my friend just got his license for less than a month prior.
The wind whipping me back,
My hands clasped tightly around his chest,
And my eyes watering from the rush.

Around and around we went.
Through back roads
mere miles from speeding cars on highways.
We sped down empty streets.

I cried out in excitement.
A smile plastered on my face
And eyes closed to the rushing wind.

We pull back into the parking lot.
He turns off his bike.
We dismount and say goodbye.