Last glance.

I cycled past for e last time.
& decided to test fate once again.
After 2 pulses, I moved on.

Down e slope, e air was blowing hard on my face as I cycled my way back home.
& I wondered when will it be e next time again?
Perhaps, this is e last.

Home: kitchen.
& I thought of you again,
as I toasted to myself.

Smile more; Nothing is more chio than a smile that warms e heart.