Strawberry Cake

She bought the strawberries then baked the cake.
Felt the love from the first break I take.
Savoring the sweet rejuvenating taste, I ate.
Didn't even look at the time; love made me late.

My gosh, I really jacked up that bad?
Should've never packed up my bag.
I act up, my bad.
She cracked up, I'm sad.

I actually found someone with very rare skills.
If I had never met her, I'd be sitting in a chair still.
I cherish the moments we kicked back and shared Skittles.
I was all alone; nobody saw me when the tears spilled.

She was the one I was digging a lot.
Searching for gold, I was digging a lot.
They asked her, "Is that your boyfriend? I see you with him a lot."
The relationship was prestigious like how the Swiss makes a watch.

As a manager, I mistakenly rated her poorly.
Was overlooking some of the good things she did for me.
In my mind the plans were set for when we reached forty.
Although she ignores me, she's part the reason I still write poetry.


- LUMARVENS ALEXANDER
poet, author
SATURN: Fantasy Poetry