have you always been the candy of my imagination?
at times, you seemed to break not-so-deliciously
at our midnight dinners
to plan for our circus of dreams
your crisp brown sugar was sickeningly sweet then
but now, as I read the words on the page,
I see only something delectable
and I have forgotten who you really were
I think that either you have mastered the art of shapeshifting
or my eyes are deceived-
either way, you are not who you once were
and the lines holding the circus together
are shattering, one by one.