Motorcycle Man Poem by chris schwartz

The garage
Has been left opened
For three days now,
His life stands still, unattended.
Neighbors drive past
His belongings lined against
The wooden walls,
Engraved, unsearched
Yet collected.
I stare out,
Through the glass
Of the morning sun
What has happened
To the man
That drove the motorcycle
With the silver lust chrome
Still shining
And the totes stacked
Up in rows
Is he retreating
Did his heart
Just quite beating
I don't think
We ever will know.
But the roar of the
Harley
At the next red light
Will remind me
Of the door That was
Left opened
And the boxes stacked
Neatly to the stars
Will serve as a reminder
For the dreams I've left
Enclosed
And never taken out
Of this tiny
Garage
That no one
Pays attention to.