someone leaves
a note on your door.
I love you
it says.
you look up and
down the street
seeing no one.
you smell lavender
perfume
on the paper,
you smudge the ink
of the handwritten
words with tears
that fall unexpectedly
from your eyes.
who is this person,
you wonder, you've
always suspected
that there must
be one, but why
does she stay so
hidden, year
after year.
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