the morning after

i don't understand.

yesterday was perfect.

the sunshine.

the bike ride.

the light breeze.

i thought things were great.

i can see now that i was wrong. 

i really wish you would have told me.

maybe dropped a hint or two.

then i could have done something.

i could have stopped you from leaving.

but you didn't.

you were selfish and decided to venture out into the world.

my heart broke this morning

when i realized you were gone.

how could you do this to me?

how could you do this to penelope?

she's just a child.

i think she cried this morning when i was forced to take her back inside.

you know how much she relies on you to get around.

luckily you're replaceable and i hadn't grown too attached.

i'm going to follow in sexy johnny's footsteps

and do it much faster than you ever could have imagined.

like today.

right after class.

i'm going to march right into smith's,

walk straight to isle 7

and pick out a brand new lock.

one that won't leave me mid-bike ride without warning.

jerk.