Candy is the king of my sorrows

Dunno why it feels important for you to see me. In whatever way. I miss you easing the pain of my father leaving. You kept things light and enjoyable… my mind full with Your good looks. I know none of that early sweet talk could be true (that’s why I laughed so much) yet the way I’ve been reeling from life I was grateful for any attention… any life line… connection. I miss you like that proverbial sweet-toothed kid. Terrible on teeth.

You know all you well:

Candy is king when unwelcome memories return