Four Arms

When you asked me to buy that ice cream cone
I didn’t know.

I didn’t understand the significance of any of it
not the truck
not the flavor
not the timing.

I didn’t realize what you really wanted
or what I really wanted
or what ice cream meant to you
or the kids
and what it would spell out down the line.
But then,
I’m not sure any of us did.

If I had understood better,
I may have done exactly the same things
but at least
wouldn’t have been so damned torn up about it.

Anyway,
I’m glad Joey’s not as allergic to pecans as you thought
and I really hope
you let me see him
when I get out.
If I get out.

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