the silent thief.

I let a woman rob my heart.

and I could sit here and tell you

she stole in the night when i was asleep

or my back was turned. that she planned it over

many months under my very nose.

that she dressed in all black

and purchased all the necessary equipment.

or took in fragments. piece by piece until one

morning under salt and pepper clouds i noticed.

but that would break the ninth.

for it was done while my eyes beamed

and i smiled a cheshire grin.

while my arms were open and my bed was full.

and the worst part is that i thought when i realised

i’d burst apart. die right there

and that would be the end of it.

instead i carry on. walking down the street.

buying dinner like the rest of us.