Cotton Candy

This is the final letter of madness—
The farewell note of my childhood.
After this, I shall no longer know
The purity of youth,
Nor the wild beauty of being unafraid.
I loved you
Like a boy fleeing school,
Hiding birds and poems
In his pockets—
Like cotton candy
Melting in his little hand.
With you, I was a child
Of hallucinations,
Of distractions,
Of contradictions.
I was a child of poetry
And nervous handwriting.
But you—
You were a woman of the North,
Waiting for fate to speak
Through the coffee grounds
Left in your porcelain cup.