Your inner you has vied to reach you

thru the men
you’ve surrounded yourself with. 
Her hands on handlebars, she waits
while they ground themselves
and tap into your energy. 
“Did you have a little sister?” one will ask. Twice.
Another: “She loved to sing. She loved cotton candy.”
Specifics are evidential:
A popular medium and his
laundry list– red bike, pigtails,
jewelry box with a dancer
who spins when it’s opened. 
The laws of nature laugh.
Your inner you resurrects herself.
Eagerly, she pumps her pedals towards us
as we meet her
on the long route home.