It’s just a pan, right?
Sure, usually it’s meant for baking a cake
not a roast beast.
It’s just a memory, right?
This flashback to when I’d make the cake
and Momma would make the fudge sauce.
It’s just silly, right?
These tears threatening to fall;
I mean, it’s not like it’s spilt milk.
It’s just so hard, right?
Loving the part of you that once loved me
enough to make me chocolate sauce.