A Cup of Ice Cream

She cries and cries,
Then takes a scoop.

Her face impassive,
Her heart broken,
Her body listless,
Her eyes so glassy,
That it reflects the warmth and the beauty of the world back at it.

Can't say nothing to console her heart,
Can't do nothing to bring her smile,
After all, I am just a cup of ice cream.
All I can do is to offer what's inside me,
She can scoop out as much as she desires,
Her saltiness will dissipate within me,
And all she will taste would be sweet.

Someday, she will get better,
And see me for what I truly am.
But for now, I just wish to be,
Her cup of ice cream.