Birthday Cake

Sitting at the head
Of a long empty table.
I'd manage a smile,
If I were able.
Humming the pitchy tune
That echoes through the room.
A cake in front of me,
No one else will consume.
Frosting slabbed on,
Candles stabbed in.
Flickering candles
Are the only warmth on my skin.
Draw in a breath
And let it out slow.
Leaving me in the dark.
No more dim glow.
A wish seems pointless,
So I leave that part blank.
No presents around,
So no one to thank.
From the dark,
My eyes begin to ache.
So I sit there alone,
With my birthday cake.