The Perfect Theft

 

He had always been

A kleptomaniac –

Anything and everything

That he could see

Fell into his hands –

But he also had the ability

To be sneaky and sly as well.

No one ever knew it was

He who had stolen from them;

They attributed it to their

Own mistakes, or, in the

Cases of his best thefts,

Never even noticed.

He did not find particular

Joy in stealing things,

Nor in the possession

Of all those items –

Many he actually ended

Up giving away, like

Some twisted Robin Hood

Of Central Park –

But rather in the knowledge

That he had seamlessly

Pulled off a crime.

He stole relentlessly,

Until he became the

Best – no regrets,

No worries,

Not ever.

 

The perfect theft,

His ultimate prize,

Was made on a

Windy spring day.

The woman was in

Her late twenties –

Maybe early thirties –

And she always kept

Her door innocently,

Invitingly,

Unlocked.

It was this day

That he entered her home

And stole from her

Her most valued possession:

Her life.

Reviews

[Andromeda]

wow. kapoow! hahah, sorry, sound effects were needed, cause i definitely did not see that coming. I guess i was in the mood of romantic poems, cause i thought you were going to say like 'her heart' or something. great!!