Lake And Canal Poem by Zyw Zywa

You almost cycled on
en route in your mind
but somewhere on the edge
you did see me, standing here

gingerly we take
the frays of the past
feeling, would it be possible
to knot a nice bow out of it

I don't know what you wanted, then
maybe it was like you said
or did you long for more nonetheless?
You came too close to me

I don't know
but this is clumsy
with the bike in the street and so
I live nearby

do you have time?