The burger

        He heard the Bell signaling the arrival 

the smile, the anticipation, 

the all knowing genuine delight and desire. 

The aroma, the anticipation of that 

first delectable, flavorful

delicious 

mouth watering, 

bite. 

His eyes alight with the 

sound of that bell, 

knowing that any minute

she will arrive, 

with his plate of yummy 

awesomeness. 

As she watches from 

across the table, 

the awkwardness that was 

there just moments before, 

gone with the sound 

of the bell. 

Forgotten with the smell of the 

food about to be brought. 

She waits to see the drool 

fall from his mouth, 

with eyes that 

light up 

as the plate draws near. 

A look 

every woman, near and far, 

wishes 

would be given her way, 

but a look that no mere 

woman could 

ever intercept

as the plate hits the table and 

his eyes full of pure 

unadulterated joy 

as the mouthwatering 

burger is bitten 

into. 

And then another

and another, 

until sadly it is gone. 

The tear she expects to fall 

from his now saddened face, 

breaks her hear

until, 

that moment, 

she offers him, 

the only thing she can offer him. 

A small token, 

of the friendship they share. 

She gives him, 

half 

of her burger 

that she can no longer eat.

A burger that is truly 

the world's best, 

and now he gets 

a small part of hers, 

and that joy, 

returns to his face. 

A smile 

that can only warm the

heart. 

Even if, 

for a burger eaten 

in a brewry.