She Was Cotton Candy

She was cotton candy

Fluttering around and spiraling

Enticing me in her web of sugar

Gaining existence before my very eyes.

She was sweet and stuck to my hand when I held her

The same hand that held nothing one moment, and then everything the next.

A cloud I could see the shapes of a future in

So sweet on my lips,

That even after kissing, I still tasted her

She was soft

But at the first sign of rain, at the first drop of a tear

I watched her harden.

She no longer flowed. She no longer floated.

Instead she took it all in, stiff for the first time

Before dissipating before my very eyes

Back into nothing.