It’s the Thought

I can't

exactly place

when...

I wrapped up, my Love

I wrapped it

like a Birthday game

played at European parties

in Polish called

Podaj Pudło

literally pass the box

but it's not a box

and it's more like

Pass the Parcel

and every player

giddy at their turn

peels a layer, off

of glossy wrapping paper

shaped in childish clump

and as one might expect

oddly enough

inside,

there's nothing

and all