Several months ago, 

We bought a small cheesecake in New York 

We debated who got to eat the last berry, 

Of which you playfully stole with your fork 

We both laughed, 

Until our stomachs hurt 

We agreed that the next time we got the cheesecake, 

The dominance over the last berry would be mine to assert 

Months went by, 

Until the next trip to New York was made 

We had gone together, 

But the bakery was too far away from where we had stayed 

“It’s okay” we bargained, 

More opportunities will arise 

We’ll come back soon enough, 

“The last berry” will eventually have its reprise 

In the next trip to New York, 

It was only a friend and me 

But I still made sure that acquiring the cheesecake, 

Would be a guarantee 

As I excitedly brought the cheesecake home, 

I told you that “I got it!” 

I kept it safe the whole train ride back, 

Eyeing which of the few berries I wanted 

But once I had returned, 

You told me you weren’t in the mood to eat it 

I figured that maybe you’d want it another time, 

So I put it in the fridge to save it 

“I don’t want it at all” 

Is what you said to me after several days 

So I started to eat some of the cake by myself, 

Still saving the last berry, 

Just in case 

Just in case you’d want it sometime soon, 

And we would playfully fight over it again 

But that didn’t happen, 

I started to wonder if the meaning behind it was something you had forgotten 

But the last berry that I had saved just for you, 

Eventually started to go bad

So I cried as I had to throw it in the trash, My

heart breaking as I missed what we once had

Written by Mia Stack

Edited by Elisabeth Kay