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