RIP

It was a year today that you were taken from me,
On that warm april night,
We were riding on a wave of freedom,
Our happiness shining bright,
Then that man came out the darkness,
With a face of anger and frowns,
He rammed us with his taxi,
But only you stayed down.

As i got up bruised and bloody,
You were motionless lying there mangled,
Passers by unsure how to help,
Your frame at awkward angles,
The ambulance came to no avail,
Your chances of survival minute,
The taxi driver drove me home,
Your corpse was in the boot.

My bella itilana I've left you now,
For a streamlined french madmoiselle,
I picture you in free-wheeled heaven,
While that Skoda rots in hell,
A greater companion I never did have,
Two days were never alike,
You'll live on in my memory and the parts I salvaged,
My beautiful racing bike.