to fill an empty tummy.
that someone always wakes up late and hungry.
Able to have a heart to heart chat.
Truthful about emotions,
Unlike a hypocritical fat rat.
To find joy and serene,
in sharing a tiny scoop of ice cream.
To stop for eons,
just so the other gets more.
Delivering ice cream in the middle of the night,
At first came shock, pleasantly all right.
Guilt sets in, then appreciation for the one.
Smiles on both faces,
Happiness written across pages.
Creating this from nothing,
Poking holes with needles according to the night sky.
Hands are soring,
But still anticipate endlessly.
Taping and fixing,
Admiring the work.
Everything around is slown,
Awed, satisfied, and I'm ending with fork.