Childhood's Farewell

The last ice cream truck rolled by, fading slow,

the jingle a whisper of summers we know.

As the sound danced away, bittersweet in the air,

memories twisted like ribbons in hair.

I closed my eyes tight, chasing childhood’s embrace,

but time shifts the seasons, leaves only a trace.

What once tasted sweet now lingers like smoke,

chasing down echoes as innocence broke.