Ice Cream

He took your letters
from my hands, as
I sobbed into the
placemat. He told
me I wasn't allowed
to have them back.
And I just cried as
he put them in his
pocket and he said
"I know, I know."
And the anger in his
eyes, the confusion
and the frustration
towards you was
the perfect picture
of what my own
heart must look like,
and he told me it was
okay to want you back.
But then he said
if you didn't want
me back, then the regret
would last you a lifetime.

And through my tears I prayed,
for the strength to believe that.