Restless, impatient,
like a toddler always
in one of its fits.
You came.
You in your little boat,
with your fishnets and hooks.
I made myself calm
and let myself
watch you for awhile.
Prepared to toss you
overboard once you try
to steal from what is mine.
But instead of grabbing
your fishnets and baits,
you pulled out a wooden
something with strings.
Then you started
singing out
the words that bared
all your fears and sorrows.
You thought
no one was listening,
but I was there.
And with your song,
you stole not just
what is mine,
but all of me.
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