Leslie

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Presents

Little packages left on my doorstep.
I don't wonder about who it is
As every one is clearly marked
"Your Secret Admirer."

I open them out of curiosity
But find nothing I care for.
I have lost my appetite for chocolates
Flowers no longer appeal to me

They send me a message though.
"You are mine, always."

Missing

He shows up one day
With hair tamed and glasses gone
As if it would somehow change him.

Everyone wonders about who the new boy is
But I'm not fooled by the disguise
When he looks at me possessively.

However, I hadn't noticed until that moment
How rich his brown eyes were
And the way they lit up only for me.

Bird

Since my mom's death, I have been
Alone.
I have lost every sense of
Direction.
Now, though, there is a gift from
Heaven.
Every morning, I wake to the chirping of a
Bird.

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