Sticky pops

And gooey cubes

Vibrant dots

And milky hues

You shove them down

Without a count

Hoping your stomache

Won’t make a sound

Crinkle crunch crinkle

Your stack of goodies dwindles

Now gone are the lollies

The chocolate

The bears

Gone are the pumpkins

The memories you’ve shared

Only in your mind

These candies exist

That sweet, sticky smell

The crunchy, crinkling comfort

Of a taste time can’t get back

Of a feeling that’s fled

And of a tart little candy long ago devoured

But it’s not just the candy

Or a bag heaping and sweet

It’s a matter of the season

And how quickly it flees

Though you try to get back

The time long ago spent

To get back the leaves

And people who’ve went

So try as you might

To resurect this time

You’re better off leaving it

It costs more than a dime