by Nicoletta Ceccoli

Ice Cream

That’s precisely where I wanna be
In a dark flowing void.
Going back in time.
Going through it.
impossible to stop
But it is possible to slow it down.
It’s slowing down…
She is there, on the sidewalk.
Her hair is short.
And only 4 years old.
Ice cream is flowing down her hands
I’m looking at her

she’s also looking at me.

Without ever touching my heart,
Just wanna show her what’s on my mind.
I wanna scream until the last octave of my voice.
But I can not.
This is a vicious circle in grief.
I know It won’t change.

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