Well worn

Well worn

I saw her once.
Couple of years back I guess.
Time seems to escape
Quicker than the air
From my bike tyre nowadays.
She looked great,
A little tired maybe,
Frayed around the edges,
But still five thousand feet taller
Than most.
I put my hand
Up to wave but
She never saw me.
Never had.
Still, it was nice to have that
Moment.

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