Sweetness Just Out of Reach

The jingle plays down my street,

children rush, their laughter sweet,

while I cradle my mug, cold and gray,

watching the ice cream truck fade away.

Fingers sticky from memories bright,

each scoop a treasure, a moment of light,

yet here I am, a bystander still,

tasting regret as the last thrill.

The sun sets low, a hunger ignites,

for those simple joys, those summer nights.