I always bought ice cream
when I wasn’t okay.
sometimes, even when I’m fine.
slow trickles on my hand
and sweet, sticky fingers
brought me comfort anytime.

and you know, I met you
on a day I would drink
my ice cream like it was wine
you wondered why we’d let
petty things give ourselves
comfort we’re trying to find.

for the longest time,
I could rely on you
to always bring home a smile
‘cause though you didn’t ask,
you'd come home with ice cream
when I needed it sometimes.

when you left me alone,
leaving only toothache
and a pain in my insides –
I slowly fell apart
like ice cream trickling slow,
succumbing to summertime.

for an eternity,
I'd let my ice cream melt –
it didn’t quite work this time.
for no ice cream flavor
could take the salty taste
of my tears if I’m crying.

all this time, I thought that
ice cream brought comfort more
than anything else in the world.
but right now, I don't think
anything ever will
except you being beside me.