The Ice Cream Truck Song Poem by Opal Day

I’m sorry I ate all your ice cream.
Now I see white is the shadow I dream
It took your absence
one fleeting weekend
To catalyze
my descent toward the deep end.
I hate all this sweetness,
please give me the hurt.
Yet still I’m seduced by deserted dessert.

I want them to hit me
these cars are my close.
The red-lit hand signals
a fine grand repose.
I’ll seek salvation
in a central black hole.
Please tell me your darkest
S’il luira que je vole.

My brain and my tongue
have conspired to find
a more tasteful method of being unkind.
The vicious cycle
seeks to be dislodged
While I whistle a tune
of a self-sabotaged.
The cool and the creamy, that trick-sticky-sweet
I must have the poison
of a night-stolen treat.

I am still alive
so I wake up alone.
And now that it’s morning
no one picks up the phone.
No confection could silence
the echo in the void.
So I am still guilty
and you’re still annoyed.
I open the freezer as I shake with regret
I cannot replace what I could never get.
I admit my mistake when you walk in the door.
Through tears I can’t see
how this is different than before.