cone

you've been running around in my head for almost a week now
every minute. second. moment.
in every task & every sentence I've allowed to enter my mind
it has never been so good
which is why now it hurts so bad

like a child given an ice cream cone
i was ecstatic & you were all that mattered
walking, talking, partaking, enjoying
but i did not see that piece of earth up ahead
waiting for my foot, waiting for my ice cream cone
and TRIP - i fall

i rise shaken and stirred, cone still in hand
but my long-awaited desert lies melting on the land
neither one of our faults as it was part of life's plan
but for reasons too complicated for me to understand

i've written about crying & my inability to do so
now my tears are falling hard and fast
and i sob for life's cruelty has grabbed me once again

uncontrolled by my emotions i forget i'm not alone
as i'm reminded of what's left of the empty candy cone
still lying in my hand just as sweet, just as good

i try to walk ahead looking back as i go
wanting to pick up my ice cream, but instead must say no
i'd like to move on with the cone & continue with the show
but will the cone still want me now things are different?

don't know...