Dreaming Reality 2: Ice-Cream Truck

A picture of him is all I have to remind me of how he looked.

But the face in that picture is not able to replay his images and being in my imagination.. 

He's voice is something that will never be familiar to me..

He's smell is unscented in my life

And his touch, the touch of a sharp pain.

It feels rough..confusing...

An existence nonexistent. 

I'm traumatized by the smell of the air freshener they used to spray the flowers they laid on top of your spirit-left body.. how Is that all I remember? 

I know his love, the love of a man I do not know, 

Of a man I cannot recall...

I do not know him... 

I often close my eyes to think of him, the thoughts of nothingness. 

And trying to think of a life with him would be the demise of an already agonizing heart.

A death that left me with a disappreciation of men.

                                          By:ZingerWingz

Author's Note

Its kind of a sequel to Dreaming Reality sort of and Its titled ice-cream truck because i was triggered by a story my mom was telling my former nanny about how as a kid my dad always bought me ice-cream from the neighbourhood ice-cream truck and blah balh and i started feeling awful because i could not remember this man they spoke of.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Well, I am glad you were inspired to write this poem. You give some detailed pictures, interesting ideas, and I can feel the emotion running through it.. It feels very personal and heart-felt. (even though imaginary). I am sure many will identify with it.