Ice-Cream

As usual, I find myself on the beach

With waves lapping over my unclad feet,

Bringing me comfort in blues and greens

While soothing me with its gentle touch.

The ice-cream in my hands melt into the sea

But I do nothing as I simply watched it drip, drip…

Reminding me of my cold bleeding heart

From the loneliness that has taken my soul.

Why do I wait…? What do I wait for…?

The coldness on my tongue, the sweetness…

It does not bring me the joy it should.

And yet day after day, I crave for them.

A golden glow appeared in my dreams again,

And I see her running with the wind tossing her hair about.

She laughs and her laughter is painfully sweet,

Like a sound I could drown myself in.

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