Sunrise to sundown..

Sunrise to sundown, you were there— riding our bikes from here to there. A fun and happy soul, she was. Waiting… but no longer does. You fell ill, and no longer cared. Maybe you did, but never shared. Waiting, waiting— I was there. Waiting for you to say, "Let’s flee." Flee the city and finally be free. But you didn’t care. You moved on. They called her Clare. There she stood— skin a little fair. Decades passed, and I was still there. I moved on too, but he didn’t care. Sunrise to sundown, you were there. Can we ride our bikes from here… to there..