salt water taffy

my friendly
neighbor with her daughter
used to bring me taffy
from the beach.
a bag
from a store on the boardwalk.
soft
and chewy.
sweet. the scent of salt
and ocean
on the bag.
I hated taffy.
salt water taffy.
but she never failed in
bringing me
more and more as each
summer came and
went.
I wonder where she is
today,
and who gets it now.
the daughter grown
and off to her own life.
the house empty
and waiting for someone new
to share
the wall between us.
maybe they like taffy.

i have the bags to share.