I haven’t made my favourite cakes
In quite a while. I lost the tins,
Some several flats ago.

I still buy all the things I need
Whenever they expire. I even found
Fancy cinnamon.

I keep it on the top shelf,
In the wrong bag. Waiting for the day
I can bake again.

Just before the last big move
I bought new tins. Star-shaped
Just like the ones I lost.

I don’t really like cinnamon,
Not much. But your smile
Makes them better than banana bread.

When my life is a straight line again, I will make some more for you.