You stole from me
When I had nothing.
A simple and uncomplicated thing.
Something you professed not to use.
You left me with a bare wall.
You left me contemplating
the stupidity of your act.
And when, hours later
I find the thing that was missing.
There is poem under my belt.
A seven line diatribe,
fuelled by suspicion and our ending.
Leaving me contemplating
the stupidity of me.
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