I resort to cooking
To take away my pain
That pain in my heart
Of losing a dear friend
I gather the ingredients
To bake a cake of heart
Set the bowl on top
Get the mixer so I can start
Seven or eight eggs
Separated like us
Honey by the cup
Just like how sweet he was
Some milk, as white as his honesty
A dash of salt
His sense of humor and
How he was so witty
A cup of honor and
a spoon of integrity
To make the cake rise
To the occasion of his memory
The icing made of his intelligence
The filling made of love, passion and brilliance
A rainbow on top
Resembling his tolerance
A few tears rolling down my face
I couldn’t help control even though it’s not the place
The cake is ready, the aroma’s filled the space
But who is to eat this beautiful cake?
