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 …