We slurped our ice creams in the sun
Sitting there, us four
Vanilla, fresh! and chocolate,
Who could ask for more?
We sat in gorgeous silence
Watching that sun set
Packed our things and made for home,
A happy, free, quartet.
But the sun that set that night,
Never rose again.
Summer ended then and there:
A family, broken.
They rest now solely in my dreams
Us four, down by the lake.
And when I smell vanilla
My heart does freshly break.
Writing 201: Poetry Day 8 prompts – flavour – elegy – enumeratio
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