The things women can make men feel. Only a bicycle, a thin steed of steel he rides. Summer heat rising in shimmering waves from black tar asphalt. On he rides mile and mile, at first easy, but soon the relentless day takes his measure. His body aching, his mind in turmoil, he rides in futile escape from the sorrow of love that cannot be. For another does she love, not he Finally, legs a fire, his chest in flame, his heart in exquisite blinding pain, tumbling, falling, then stillness. Now, set free, he looks to sky and turns but once and sees his life beside the road, his love untold. I see her now, talking on the phone, news revealed. Quietly she hangs up and walks into the other room, sitting down, a single tear â€¦ I move beside her but she cannot see, I touch her but she cannot feel, the love I am now free to give. In life I could not reach her; in death, I shall love her ever more!