Hold On Tight

We rode
With the wind
Clinging
No extra gloves
My fingers frozen
I held on
I was safe

We rode
To the beach
Laughing
Lying on sand
My skin thawed
I let go
We weren’t safe

I loved you
So much that day
But I knew
I knew
It had to end
Still now
I long for that day.

Sharon Paine June 2015