I Have Stolen

I Have Stolen

I have stolen
the book
that was shelved
in the bookcase

which you
may have been
given
years ago

Forgive me
it was a beautiful
hopeless story
it belonged with me
I have stolen
this poem
that was waiting
in your pen

which seemed
meant for someone
waiting
for you

Forgive me
they would’ve been
lovely words
had they not come from me

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