Nostalgic Ride

PUBLISHED: August 2022

That summer of 2012
my child
like hands
were lost
for something to hold,
But all I had that summer was
my bike

This summer
I found
to ride with
I remember
riding as fast as
I could
just to keep up
I would ride
hill after hill
just like a bird
of the eventide
With every ascent
I would inch closer
to the radiant sun

I wanted
a long ride
but they gave me
a test drive
I still look at
my hands
and remember
all the late rides
The dry summer
wind blowing
through my hair,
But the ride is over now

(From Radiant Beings: Poetry by 826NYC Students at the Academy for Young Writers, 2022)

Written by Ridhoy Khalil

Ridhoy Khalil

AGE 17