An apology to my bike

My dearest bike
I'm sorry I left you out there in the cold
You deserve better than that
With your tires perfect for city streets
And your seat more comfortable than any other
I thought,
"What a catch!"
With your thrift store price of 30 dollars
How could anyone have left you behind?
I wondered
But then you got a flat
And I never bothered to fix you
I left you in the snow to rust
I'm sorry I neglected you
I hope you find someone who will be kinder
And ride you everyday
But now I'm looking at a new set of wheels
One that can take me on a journey where the road is not paved
Rest assure, however, I will always love you
My beautiful city bike