Ice

You came back and wanted to buy ice
for some reason which seemed obvious
to me at the time.

I knew where you could buy ice
at a place just around the corner
there were great big blocks of it
sitting inside the factory.
So we went there; I leading the way
and you intent on following me.

When we arrived I ran into an old friend
who was there for a similar reason.
We were both surprised to see each other
but that wore off after a few minutes
and we were left looking around at these huge
sheets of ice hanging around the walls.

You soon became one of the workers in the factory
looking after the ice,
acting like you’d been doing it all your life.

And that was the last I ever saw of you
I looked for the ice factory around the corner sometimes
but never could find the same place again.
No one had heard of it.

Someone suggested that it might have melted
but I knew that nothing could be that simple.