Rose

My eyes wide, I receive the
blood red rose,
tacked on note spelling only
my name
and a question mark return address.

I run the long stem along my fingers
and inhale the soft perfume
of its perfect open bud.

My mind flashes through the possible thieves of
my eye
my breath
my soul.

My heart thuds a tap dance in my chest,
eyes slim and mind clutching for
who?

Take in the purposeful block neat lettering,
misspelling of my name.
Wide eyed whispers.
Who sent it?
Do you know?
A secret admirer?

No one knows.

My lips curve into a smile anyway.
At least now I know.
Someone loves me