There are only ever so many pieces of pizza in a pie,
But the last piece always vexes me of this I cannot lie.
I stare at it and ponder why it's still staring back at me,
I was saving it for you, but you are nowhere that I see.
It keeps sitting there and staring back at me in sorrow,
I'll go ahead and eat this one, I'll order more tomorrow.
So until I find myself here before another solitary slice,
I'll remember sharing everything with you, it was nice.