A cento composed of lines from the songs by the Canadian band Hey Ocean!
The basket on my bicycle is hanging low.
It’s filled with strange things you said.
We took a trail down to the beach.
You drew a map so we’d remember
where we sat waiting for our spirit animals.
We never once saw yours.
Every familiar thing we once knew disappeared:
we’d come this far
to start again or fall apart.
So scared of second chances
we both knew it was time.
Didn’t mean to, but words slipped right through
and tossed you like a stone into the ocean.
I don’t deserve all that I receive.
On my bicycle, I’m moving slow.