I had this red bicycle when I was young.
This metal thing that took me everywhere, as far as the other side of town for school.
I was excited to start middle school, I was excited to meet new friends and see old ones I've missed all summer long. I was excited to see which teachers I'd get and who'd be in my classes.
Angie knew a short cut through the woods that day, she said she wanted to take it, that all the cools kids take it.
She said we could race each other through the woods.
I like the woods. The trees and quiet loudness. And how the sun would try to pierce through leaves, how the sky would look like diamonds in the summer time in them.
I said okay because I like the woods; the woods are lovely.
But they are dark and deep.
They steal our promises to keep.
And in them are things unforeseen.