Cake by Anonymous

You were never just a person to me;

you were something sweeter,

something I didn’t have words for yet.

So I called you cake.

Not because you were soft,

or warm,

or made everything better;

but because you felt like celebration

even on ordinary days.

Now everything tastes like absence,

and I don’t know what to call you

except that.

The sweetest thing

I ever loved.