unravel me.

​

I have a gift for you.

     open     it

what do you think

it means?

do you really need 

to know?

​

entangling uncertainty

forever keeps me

from telling.

​

I hoped this gift

could instead

show you something

hidden in me.

​

maybe the vague

and unsure

will never

materialize

in eloquence.

​

but would you accept

a rose

in place of words

         I    never     said.