Cake

Cake and sweets and sunsets and drugs,
all lose their flavor when savored alone.
My mom has a mug that says
"Friends are the marshmallows in the hot chocolate of life"
assuming life is still sweet
and chocolaty and warm
when you don't have friends.
They make it better,
but it's still pretty delicious besides.
Yeah.
Tell that to the girl with no roots,
no kindred spirits from the age of children.
She moved on, assumed a new person, took a new hair color,
at every new home.
And always had faces around
but never the confidant. Never the inseparable spirit.
Even funfetti is bland in an empty room.