You handed me
a purple sweet
Wrapped too tight,
then dropped in heat
The queue moved slow,
the air was thin
But you just laughed
and tucked your chin
A great candy line between What almost hurt and went unseen
You meant to smile,
I saw it drift Like something shy but shaped as gift
We stood in place,
unsure to speak The scent was sharp,
the silence weak
You tapped your foot,
I turned away
The line curved back, but we did stay
A great candy line between What almost hurt and went unseen
You meant to smile,
I saw it drift Like something shy but shaped as gift
The kind of sweetness hard to name Too artificial,
still it came
And though you meant to mean far less
It stayed like something I confess
I found the wrapper weeks too late
Still folded clean,
no sign of fade
And on the edge,
your thumb had pressed A shape too soft,
too tall a guess
A great candy line between What almost hurt and went unseen
You meant to smile,
I saw it drift Like something shy but shaped as gift
Some things dissolve before they land
But leave a trace within the hand