This I Can Do

I watched as she entered the café

Whenever she enters the same room

It reminds me of that first day.

The day she came into my town

Riding in with that Reaper clown

But it's the feeling that never goes away.

I feel the pull, the tug

Her energy draws me in

I don't even have to see her

To know what's causing that feelin'.

Rue is standing by the Secret Santa box

Paper and pencil in hand.

I wonder what she wants for Christmas

Behind her ear, she tucks a strand.

She looks around

She appears tired and worn

She finishes writing

but then looks torn.

Her hand hovers over the box

She didn't place it in.

Instead, she walked on over

And threw in the trash bin.

I waited until she was out of sight

Wondering what she did write

I dig through and the find the note

Read what she wrote.

Oh Rue, what are going through?

I glanced again at her scrawl.

There was a time I'd know it all.

Well, there is one thing I can do...

I can give this gift to you.