He knew and hated you at last.
Let me be fair! He left you then.
That one big generous thing he did:
Left you to grieve to heights again.
Kleptomaniac
She stole his eyes because they shone,
Stole the good things they looked upon;
They were no brighter than her own.
She stole his mouth—her own was fair—
She stole his words, his songs, his prayer;