The ice cream melted long before the world froze over
What a waste of pure goodness.
The ice cream melted long before the world froze over
We stood behind the flats,
elbows touching,
watching it drip down
like it already knew
how things end
Yours was cherry, mine was mint
You said flavour didn’t matter,
not when the sun was killing everything
soft and slow
We licked what we could
let the rest run wild
like rules no longer mattered
like we had days to waste
Later, they said don’t panic
but the sirens laughed through every window
They sealed off parks
chalked white crosses on closed shop doors
and fed us silence for supper
You stopped answering
said the cold suited you
less sweat, less fuss
You always liked endings
neat and quiet
I found your cone in the gutter
half-buried in grit
ants dragging the last of it
like it owed them something
We screamed on top of our voices,
high, hysterical
the knife raised, the girl cornered
just as the TV flickered blue
Then Mum:
Right. Bedtime.
You kicked off your socks
I rubbed my eyes
The horror movie still on mute
our ice creams puddled
on the tray between us
Look what you’ve done,
she sighed,
you both fell asleep
and now they’ve melted.
And that’s the part I can’t stop seeing,
two cones we couldn’t save
even in our own dream
before the world
turned real again
and colder than we imagined
On this after midnight winters night.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
What is real could be a dream or is the dream for real or not. Hope this makes sense. Good job.
This is hauntingly beautiful — like a childhood memory stitched into an apocalypse. The quiet details ("cherry and mint," "cones we couldn’t save") made it all the more heartbreaking. A soft story with a sharp edge. Loved this.