ice cream

yesterday, i melted
beneath the overcast skies,
 with the sun not giving so much as a peek,
  i melted
on the cobblestone paths,
 freshly anointed by the gray clouds,
  i melted
with the spring winds rushing
 violently against us,
  i melted
i think it was, probably, just because of
 the sip of mulled wine you had a bit earlier
  (you did say you were a light drinker)
  that, maybe, you thought i was one of your other friends
   as you were, probably, trying to regain balance
    or, maybe, it's just a playful habit of yours
     to cling so gentle but secure
      since i saw you do the same to your others friends a bit later
so i'll try not to think too much of your warm embrace
 nor your tight hook around my arm
  while we slowly strolled along the cobblestone paths
   yesterday, as i melted
thank you though for reminding me
 of this feeling i had lost
i hope you come visit again someday
 or, maybe, i can come visit you

>> [N/A]: gnight

oftentimes i feel myself drift like a piece of wood carried by the whims of the ocean wondering if the choices i made that brought me here were still justifiable to me (and telling myself that the placebo effect of alcohol is not and has not been my cup of tea staring at the late-january sunset feeling the biting wind nip the tip of my nose as it puffs out a cloud fogging up my glasses i ask myself why bother) and if my presence would be something to someone other than myself and then you somehow with a simple unprompted greeting 

» gud nite

grounds my feet back
and i breathe again