Longing for cake
New love is like wanting to go home
And longing all day
Longing, for that last piece of cake
You left in the fridge to stay
Waiting for you and
Giving joy with every bite
And it tastes even better
Because you’ve thought about it all night
And just like new love, there’s also uncertainty
Will it still be there?
You say to yourself, “Please let it be,”
“Don’t be eaten or expired, don’t you dare.”
You must let go, keep a little faith
But hold space for the possibility
That there’s no cake, nor another date
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