Cotton Candy

If only love could always be as sweet.

I’d stand in line for eternity simply for a teeny bit.

Yet, what renders the senses doesn’t necessarily coax the soul.

It’s only sugar, pink food coloring and a manipulating machine.

Winding the plain, plain ingredients into strands of sweet spiderwebs that disappear once you take a bite.

‘It’s only sugar, honey…’ you say, as I gleefully chomp away.

But the clouds up there this afternoon look a lot like the cotton candy you bought me that Sekaten last year when you disappeared.

Just like the sun will do too. Taking away the pink, purple and orange to paint them black and blue.

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