THREE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

I cycled as fast as a could, faster still
going over the bumps. Springing out of action
I had to escape. But the faster I went the less I moved.
Emotions hard down on the peddles now.
The rusting chain squeaked, and screamed.
There was no escape. And no turning back.
I wanted to wreck the dirt underneath.
But it would do no good.
It was unchangeable. I'd sped past the moments,
and they were now behind. Regrets and memories.
Fun times and hard times all buried in mist.
What now. Two large trees came crashing down.
One just missing my back wheel and one the front as I turned
just in time to wake up.
And then the phone rang
and two dear friends had disappeared
into the deep lake. As mysteriously as they had arrived.
Seemed like a dream but this was no dream.
It had gone from colour to black and white.
From real to unreal.
Into my heart a feeling that kills because
it only happens once.