When the Ice Melts Slow

She stirs her drink, the glass half-clear

The sax is low, the room sincere

No one calls, no one stays

But memory knows its quiet ways

When the ice melts slow, he comes back in

Not with words, but with soft skin

She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t speak

Just lets the moment gently leak

The trumpet hums like nights they shared

Back when he still deeply cared

Now all that’s left is glass and sound

And ghosts she never lays down

A name she hears across the bar

Not his, but close enough by far

She turns, then sips, and plays it cool

But feels the ache she thought she’d ruled

When the ice melts slow, he stays awhile

In melting glass and distant smile

She drinks him down, then starts to go

Some loves just linger when they know