The defining act

I bought you
a little cake
it's so sweet
you smile.

Hours and thousands
away from rest
awake to sleep
you turn.

Deep snow drifts
drifting into me
so deeply shallow
I digress.

I guess.

Do you miss
the cold outside
now that the thermometer
crashed inside you?

Your act sent
something through me
I'm unable to define.

Wish I had
a little cake
to nibble.