One thing is for sure;
it is for certain
that I will consistently
without doubt always regret
the cake not eaten.
How can anyone ever debate
the slice unate
is the finest food ever
to ever miss their muzzle?

Every single time
what I have neglected to consume
the piece on the table,
that crumb left behind
will torture me
tempt me
keep me awake
reminding me of its glistening sauces
its sculpted frosting
its sumptuous texture
– or so I’d imagine.
How would I know the feel
of that amazing dessert
that never met my mouth?

It resides only in dreams
in imagination
in regret.

Damn it.
That carrot cake looked delectable.