Chocolate Cake

As soon as I think that I’ve forgotten the feel of your lips, moist, The warmth of your

voice, I think of the way you’d show your love with the oven, and all of a sudden I remember.

With a knowing grin you’d turn the knob to gas mark four, I adored the spot of flour on your nose as you rose and fell, gliding across the marble floor. Stay away from the oven, you’d warn.

You’d melt the butter with your heart, crack the eggs with a smile, and all the while be whipping up the purest of cream, I dream of a world that could’ve been. With you still here, beside me.

The oven beeps, reminding me of your ECG machine, the clean hospital floor, doctors saying no more could be done. It had been too long. You cut me a slice and my heart splits in two.

As you hand me the bigger piece, I cease all motion and stare into your eyes as you fade away. Leaving only a tear on my cheek, my soul in the dark, and the sweet taste of chocolate To reside in my heart.