Stepping over parts
opening the garage door quietly
all are sleeping
hope she starts

turn the key
the starter turns and the engine catches
and fires to life
hold the choke open
blip the throttle

zip my cell phone into my leather jacket
check to see if she's called
hear her last message
and miss her gentle voice
imagining her embrace

Clank the gearshift into first and let out the clutch
moving in the stillness of the morning
sun peeking through the trees on the horizon
Imagining her already
Every part of me missing her

Rolling slowly and quietly as possible
not to wake the neighbors
the air is cold and damp morning air
feels so refreshing
I miss her so much
Even though I know its wrong to miss her
My own feelings I don't understand
but I miss her still
and feel my heart moving at the thought of her
so kind to me
I don't understand

I wish I could be with her every day of my life
but my life is not my own it seems
strangled with so many things
and sadness that I can't escape
except this morning
Its special somehow to me

I feel everything about it
the bike feels like part of me
Does everything I ask it to
I feel the warmth of the engine
radiating up through my legs
and its such a nice feeling this morning

As the cool air condenses as dew
on my face
on my jacket and visor
I wipe it occasionally with
the side of my glove
like wiping a tear from her eye

a happy tear
she is happy when she sees me
I know that before I see her
As I pull on to the highway
and get up to speed quicly in the left lane
of the highway

The morning sun is warming me too
makes me squint
This day seems happy
all the others seem sad
I don't understand why anymore
All I can think of is holding her hand
and kissing her gently
as much for her as for myself

she is wonderful
even the coffee tastes especially good
when you're cared for
even just for a while