Dinner Dilemma

“What about dinner” I ask
And you stare at me blank
Look through me
As if I’m made of glass

So I wait an hour
And repeat the question, Luck
Has it, you give me a look
To say “don’t give a duck”

Yet late at night
When hunger begins to gnaw and tug
I wake, to make you instant noodles
Not grandly gloating, but smug

As I measure out water for the pan,
I realize at the end of the day
I won the battle but lost the war
And you still have it your way.