stole

Letters cannot fuse to create a substantial memorial

To fill the vacancy of a basket heart

The thief succeeds to create a porous remembrance

That empties my aggravation into his anonymity

But there is a certain way my mien melts

Dissolved by the thought of an abstract robber

Who prowls when the guard is absolute

And the defenses are least agile of adrenaline

That which is taken can never be returned

Its use is less appreciative to the robber

Who merely stocks its presence with amusement

And turns my tool into his profound toy

When you lose the irreplaceable quantum of life

That was misplaced from where it was kept

I try to succumb my-self to soberness

But finds that sadness is only partly the solution