I baked you a cake for your birthday, a classic,German chocolateI'll be completely honest, I have no idea if you were ever one for coconut but if I remember correctly you were a fan of pecans. My thought was that I didn't need to make something you liked because,well, it's not like you'd be eating it. I didn't buy enough icingwhich is weird because you'd assume that cake and icing would be balanced as ratios go,but really it's more of a hot dogs and hot dog buns scenario, or it's a marketing ploy in order to have you sitting drunk on the kitchen floor eating coconut pecan icing with a spoon just to get rid of the excess. regardlessdespite my best efforts, you could see the deep chocolate color of cake poking throughlike a thinly veiled similie for something dark and brooding behind each of our waxy emotional facadesI pulled three loose candles from our miscelanious drawerpopped them into the topfinito'Make a wish, brother.'. . .I go back and forth in my hopes that the poltergeist of who I remember you to be will stop clinging to the fibers of my clothes, will not be noticed in the nonchalance of others, will retire from the guest star spot of so many of my dreams, will leave me alone. today, I'm glad to be hauntedand since you weren't here to blow out your candles,I'll tell you what I wished for in your stead:[sorry ahead of time for hijacking your wish, I know that's a little selfish]I'd love to know if I've grown into someone, in the time since you've been able to know me, that you would consider a friend.