Ice Cream!

Nothing is as saddening
As the missing ice cream
That was at once scattered
Atop the melt left in my bowl.

My spoon misses its cool caress
While it drapes its sterling arm away,
Feigning disgust in place of misery.

And now I’ll have to wash away
This whole depressing mess,
And still wrestle with the looming guilt
Of scooping it in the first place.