Tiramasu

You call me whenever I have to leave early and I hurry

But when we meet I see you relaxing

In front of the menu card

Your hands continuously flipping over holding firm.

Going through the dessert menu

I ask you your choice, and you wink your eyes pointing your finger over the cheese cake

I know you would not like anything else.

Delighted with your choice while touching spoons,

I smile with content hoping you would like my flavour too

“Do you mind sharing with me the idea of my tiramisu?”

We both part days later, and never spoke to each other

I count steps like days when you walked away

Text from office to home

For it's heart that aches, I keep consoling my longingness

between those few silver lines, know that I earnestly miss you

“Did you too miss me or rather my tiramisu?”