Velvet Cake and Half of My Life

Bittersweet sugar ice, sitting in the corner,

isn’t it nice?

Ruby specks of golden daydream

drifting by, too often, lately

Waiting there, for just one piece,

one slice, a bite, at least.

Hours and hours, sitting in the corner

waiting my turn, wanting to order.

Sitting in the corner,

and now it’s all over.

The clock chimes dimly

one more time, colder.

The ice turns to flowers,

and the flowers to sunshine,

sunshine to spices,

and brittle leaves falling,

as the clock chimes again,

and here I still stand

Waiting in the corner,

as snow falls bolder,

waiting my turn,

but the night has fallen,

and the stars now burn.

Still standing, still waiting,

as the soil freezes over.

Finally getting a single little taste,

and finally bringing a plate to your grave.

Maybe we could have shared words instead of waiting for a change.

Maybe I could have spoke up

instead of letting your time slip away.