Worrier
Did you get my package?
I left it on your doorstep last night,
It was dark and your neighborhood was sound,
Silent,
A most stealthful of organisms,
So I left it there unguarded.
Unstealable as it was, I had no worries.
Yet I couldn’t sleep last night because of worries,
Not for the package,
But that you might take this gesture in the wrong sort of way.
I laid awake,
Visualizing all the horrible things that could befall us
If the package was in any way distorted.
You know that I trust you with all of my heart,
Yet you also know that I am a worrier.
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