Criminal

It was irreplaceable,
it wasn’t yours to take.
It can never be experienced now,
by anyone, without your stench upon it.
The gift I had to give,
can no longer be given.
The wrappings soiled by grasping hands,
and inside — foulness scrubbing can’t erase.
I asked God to make it stop,
I didn’t know he wasn’t there,
which is a shame…

If I only had the words,
and the voice to utter them,
but somehow you stole those too…