Good things end fast

Like a motorcycle
On full throttle
Crashing down a steep hill,
You took my breath away
All too suddenly.

I should have known
It was only a matter of minutes
Before I would crash
and burn.

The elation of the free wind
Blowing in my face
Was only but a temporary farce.

I never learn.

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