Pavlova.

I remember you and me making Pavlova.

It tasted so good.

We kept talking about how we were gonna make it again

Once you got better.

I can still make Pavlova,

But I can no longer make it with you.

I know you’re not here anymore.

I tell myself that in my head.

But no matter how hard I try to believe it,

I plan out making Pavlova,

Again and again.