I miss you Cake. It was only a few days ago I saw you at your most delicious. I was tempted- but I held back-in fear you'd notice the ice cream I had earlier that day. It was a mistake, I should have taken you then, but now it's too late. I was happy today Cake. Thinking I'd come home and have you will a tall glass of Milk, you and Milk got along so well. You sat as you usually did, on the table, beaming with chocolaty deliciousness, but as I came closer I realized some thing was wrong.
.. you'd come down with a terrible infection, and you were ultimately pronounced dead. Why didn't I notice sooner? Had it been there all along with out my notice? I cried. I had to call my mother and tell her I was taking you away-to where all infected cakes go. I somberly had to drink Milk with out you. Though Milk lifted my spirits it was never as great as it was with you. I should have finished you sooner Cake then none of this would have happened. I hope for your safe trip into the Sky of Cakes.
Eternally lost with out you,
P.S. If you reincarnate come back as a pound cake please.