Red Motorcycle

You left

On a red motorcycle.

It wasn’t yours

And it wasn’t ours.

The owner would remain

A mystery to me.

I secretly blamed

The motorcycle

As a kid.

If it had never existed,

You would still be here,

Right?

You hated the color red,

But you loved the color red.

Your hair was red,

My hair was red,

We understood each other.

I secretly blamed everyone

As a child.

If there was no one else

Would you still be here?

If it were just

You and me

Nobody else

Would you have stayed?

You were a bad influence

The worst role model.

You smoked too much

Cursed too much

Drank too much

But I never minded

You were my bad influence

You were my bad role model

You were mine.

I secretly blamed myself

As a child.

If I had never existed

Would you still be here?

Reviews

[SOUL LESS]

The title is excellent. It's mysterious and interesting. And excellent portrayal of thoughts. I say excellent since the rhythm and the thoughts are really very balanced. It's good solid poetry.

Also, on the thought itself, loss is an incredibly hard thing to deal with, but in the longer run, it's all part of a bigger plan, it all leads to something better if only we are patient.

[Cœur]

Thank you ^^

[Zoya]

This is intriguing! A common theme portrayed in a different way. The title drew me in. I enjoyed reading it!

[Cœur]

Thank you ^^

[Sky]

Very interesting and thought-provoking, keeps the reader engaged. I love it!

[Cœur]

This is honestly one of my quick writes, but I'm happy you enjoyed it. Thank you for the review.

[Ruth]

Such emotion within this, heartbreaking and yet seems a necessity that we go through such reflection, powerful piece :)

[Cœur]

Thank you so much ^^