"When will you get here", as I deeply whisper into the receiver.
Anxiously waiting over a week. Her personal has any atheist turning into a beliver.
She whispers back, "Why..you hungry daddy?"
" Starving for you.", biting my tongue as I count the minutes sadly.
"I'll be less than an hour, don't go ruining your dinner now suga. Good bye for now."
I begin to day dream then look at my watch and raise my eyebrows.
Ok everything is fresh and smelling regal.
I'll sit on the porch with my glass and throw some bread for the seagals.
As if someone flicked the switch, it goes from day to night.
I light some candles all around...