no doubt

you get a box of candy
in the mail every year
from a mysterious stranger.
no note, no return address,
no sign of a post mark,
so it must be hand delivered.
it's untouched expect for
the fact that all the deep
dark chocolate covered
cashews are all gone,
your favorites,
leaving behind the brown
crimped papery cup where
they once sat awaiting
fingers to pluck them out
to slowly eat, and savor.
truly, there is evil
in the world. no doubt.