Thief

i wish i hadn't
done all that I did with you

i wish i had saved
a conversation
or a walking path

now every favourite song of yours
and every gesture
that i give her
feels heavy and stale
under my solar plexus.

you prematurely stole
what was mine to give, and
she feels your breathless fingers
in every delayed
smile.

...

The fault of course,
as you'd insist,
was mine.