Craving childhood, you
whipped up a box mix of
angel food cake
leaving ample dregs in the mixing bowl
and handing me the spatula
as you grabbed another spoon

The batter was tingly on our tongues
sharp and fresh
and you smiled lost
in thought
as your spoon
clinked the glass

Had I known
this would be
one of the last
times I’d see you this well, I
would have waited
for the cake to bake

Gone to the store
gotten you fresh strawberries
instead of letting you
make do with frozen
Whipped the cream by hand
stayed all night

I hope it still tasted like you remembered

I know that I won’t ever forget