my sister got a motorcycle

I hear the rumble of an engine.
Of a two-wheeled road demon,
That defies logic and safety.
A trolley, carrying
Dopamine and adrenaline
To an addict experiencing withdrawals.

I remember the smile plastered on her face,
White and black patterns traipsing across a jacket,
Most of all,
How excited she was to tell me about it.

I’m scared for my little sister,
And I'll never let her know.
Because who am I to steal such joy,
From the people I hold close.

But I won’t lie and say,
I don’t feel a pang of relief
When that engine rumbles home.