Midnight Ice Cream Date

A message popped up, soft and light,  

"What about ice cream, late at night?"

A question rose—how to say,  

"Mummy, can I step away?" 

With careful voice, so sweet, so shy,  

"Can I go? Just one small bite?"

A pause, a sigh, then came her say,  

"At midnight? Fine, but don’t delay."

Heart aglow, I rushed outside,  

He waited there, my midnight ride.  

The breeze was soft, the air so still,  

Yet in my chest, a quiet thrill.  

"Will a shop be open now?" I sighed,  

He smiled and said, "Let’s take a ride." 

And there it stood, a golden sight,  

Our favorite flavors, bathed in light.  

We took our scoops and found a space,  

A little bench, our quiet place.  

We talked of days, of dreams, of fears,  

His voice alone could calm the years.  

I dared not look into his eyes,  

For fear my heart would realize—  

That if I did, I’d fall too deep,  

A love too strong, too vast to keep.  

I wished to hold the moment tight,  

To freeze it in the pale moonlight.  

Yet time slipped fast, as moments do,  

A fleeting joy, so pure, so true.  

A side hug, warm—a safe embrace,  

A heartbeat set in perfect place.  

He dropped me home, a wave, a sigh,  

A whispered "Bye," but no "Goodbye."

I turned away, yet longed to stay,  

For one soft touch to end the day.  

A forehead kiss—a dream I missed,  

But walked inside, with love still kissed.