Sadness, tears, yesteryears,
missing long ago teddy bears.
Simpler times, simpler cares.
Life was love,
….. and Love
was a chocolate ice cream cone.
When did love become desire?
Her everything capturing me so?
Her scent now gone to memory,
her abscence only misery.
Yet my heart now pleads
for simpler times, before ago….
I want, I wish for a chocolate cone,
one as sweet as that dripping on my years.
But nigh, it shall never come.
She took my chocolate cones away……
And all the sweetness from my surviving days…
© 2014 John Allen Richter