Bed head, low to the street. Lights flickering, darkening a world so sweet. Feet in concrete, too weak to stand. At that moment, a man made of candy took my hand.

Looking at me with his hazelnut eyes. Lips like sugar, his words caught me by surprise. “The world is wonderful, you will see. Take my hand, come with me.”

Hand in hand, we walked down the road. Talking like two characters from a TV episode. What was once dull became vibrant and bright. He just made everything feel alright.

At the end of the block was a seat made for two. He turned to me and said, “This will do. Short but sweet, our time must end— a memory to save, a heart to mend.”

Aching, I watched him leave. He didn’t stay long, but I truly believe. The world is wonderful; I really do see. A fleeting moment forever part of me.