A Piece of Cake

I wish I would've told you how much I wished to tell you

about myself.

I wish I would've asked you more questions,

wondered more about your past and your loves.

I wish I could stomach the foods we used to eat together,

the chocolate cake we shared every Thursday.

Wishes haven't yet freed me from the pain of two years

but I know your own flutter next to mine.

And each time I'm able to share a piece of cake,

my thoughts will always shift to you.