Sorry Sister
I have devoured the strawberry ice cream
that was in the freezer
and that
you were saving
for a steaming summer afternoon
It looked so tempting,
Its condensation dripped and steam rose.
I lapped the cool spoon,
sipping the milky cream,
imagining your sorrowful eyes did not phase my eager tongue
Forgive me:
the fridge is now empty
but it was mouthwatering
so icy, soft, pink, and so sweet.