Driving in the jeep today with my dog.
A bike comes up behind me.
My dog immediately jumps up.
Just hoping it’s someone she’s knows.
Thinking it’s a bike she’s come to love the sound of.
Love seeing pulling up to my window.
A familiar gloved hand reaching in to give some scratches before the light turns green.
“No baby, it’s not who you think it is.”
I have to tell her, petting her little head as she sits back down.
All sad still starring out the window.
As the bike guy zooms around and past me.
My dog sighs, and lays down.
“I know baby. I miss that bike too”
Memories flooding my mind.
Of all the days we’d zoom through traffic together.
Even though my jeep could never keep up with that little R3.
The little R3 that could.
A purple blur in traffic.
I had to tell my dog it wasn’t you today.
It made me sad for a moment.
But then it was nothing but good memories.