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.