Poetry Day #13
Today’s prompt was to write a non-apology for something(s) I have stolen.
Haiku
Can it really be
Considered stealing if the
Victim is aware
Illegal Activity
My journey to adulthood
may or may not have
involved a lot of missteps
that may or may not have
continued into adulthood
Petty theft was never a thrill
I tried it just twice
Once for chocolate raisins
Apprehended before I could enjoy them,
Later a bottle of Boone’s Farm Tickle Pink
Probably inebriated, definitely not sorry
I was in my fifties when I undertook
A life changing heist.
I had to think quickly, as I was not expecting
Such an opportunity to present itself
Yet there she was walking across the field
And into the web I was about to spin
She was edgy, way too observant and
Slightly distrustful.
A difficult mark to be sure
Fortification walls were six feet thick and
Three stories tall and I in no shape to scale them
I armed myself with a bottle of vodka,
Eyes that could see right through her
And the worst weapons of all
Charm and honestly
She put up a good fight, but in the end
I stole her heart.
She knows where it is
And she’s aware that I’m never giving it back.