A short story from days far

On my birthday she wanted to do something nice for me
so she bakes me a cake
& I hate cake 
& I beg her not to 
I knew lance was going to die soon
& I always hated my birthday
something about it..
& I knew lance was going to die soon 
& I think I might have even made her cry that night

but my memory like rotten wood 
and I never gave myself enough credit
can really be a bastard
But the cake was good
even though all I taste 
was copper those last few days
& she just wanted me to be happy
like I wish someone did now 
but my father was dying 
& I knew it
like it was written on my birthday cake