Another gift

Sometimes he does it with words.
Words that are measured,
rationed,
saying as much with those that are deleted
as with those he so deliberately delivers.

Sometimes he gives me a song.
A song often wrapped in warnings.
Don't read too much into this, my pet.

Aw c'mon, man.
Gimme a break.

Anyway.

Today.

He gave me another today.
On his way out.

For you do something to me
That nobody else can do.