[*Rainbow*Rider*]

I know your favoroute colours are purple and green, and you don't mind them together despite what I say. I know every bit of graffiti you did around town from the time you showed me them years ago. I know that the whole in the fence down the road was from you when you got angry at me. I know that somewhere in the woods is a pair of your shoes from that time we all got really drunk at the top. I know you worried about me so much. I know I'm the one you always come back to. I know your favoroute music and your thoughts of children. I know what size shoe you are, and even what size your bits are. I don't know where you've gone or if you're ever coming back, and I don't know if you think about me anymore. I miss you.