“Complete again. As a piece of you.” By Ben Goode 2018 (c)

I was once. Your best cake. Made just for you.
The candles you wished on were my heart and soul.
But snuffed out just as suddenly as they brightened the darkness.
You never thought that perhaps one piece of me was too much?
But you helped yourself.
And suddenly you didn’t want me anymore.
The occasion was completed.
My purpose was to bring you joy, but I was forgotten in the coldness.
Piece by piece to disappear. Stale. Thrown away.
Perhaps I am now just a memory.
Complete again as a piece of you.
That was my wish.