You slid your fork, said “Go ahead”
But your smile was soft instead
I took the bite and caught your stare
Like something quiet lingered there
I got the last bite, but not the win
You gave it up with something thin
You watched me chew, but held your say
Like something sweet just walked away
You played it cool, but stayed too still
And I could feel the silent thrill
It’s not dessert, it’s not the cake
It’s what you gave, not what you take
You fold your want into a grin
And let me think that I begin