Tonight I dreamt we bought you a bike. It was a fixie, the colour between turquoise, teal and aquamarine, with a lowered bar, made to be driven by women with skirts.
Its white wheels ran smoothly and soft, we drove it around in circles to see, if it fits you.
But I could not see your face, I could not talk to you. I miss our hugs, I crave your embrace. I’m like a vampire that feasts on your energy and starves without your love…