Ice-Cream Afternoon

I still remember

that hot July day

when we went out for ice-cream.

the cool creaminess of it,

refreshing

and the taste of your lips,

tender

and chocolatey.

blended with mine

tangy
and tart,

lemon sherbert. 

we walked hand and hand

down the baking black pavement

detouring around the cracks

and meandering towards

the shade.

Then i was riding

happily on your back.

the subtle breeze

making my hair dance lazily across my face

and the afternoon sun

smiling down on my freckled nose.

Your stole kisses

and i happily obliged.

wanting to stay with you forever.

but all too soon

we muttered good-byes

as storm clouds

loomed.

i never thought

those days would change.

but good things

won't stay the same.