on her porch.
something small
of little cost,
something
from the heart.
i don't write my name
on a card.
no mention of me
is anywhere.
i'm careful to drop it
off at night,
in the dark,
but
she'll know who it's from.
she always knows,
well before
the ribbon is cut,
before
the wrapping comes
undone.
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