Poetry

Stolen And Kept

“In those few seconds, I realized
she had already stolen my heart.”

It was the way she looked at the moon that caught my attention. How she took her time, assessing every crevasse, every blemish that marked that silvery face. All the while, I couldn’t resist doing the same for her. I wondered where she got that scar over her eyebrow, why she tried to hide her dimples, and why her lip curled just a little as she concentrated. Those few seconds were all it took for me to realize that she had already stolen my heart.

© Sarah Doughty
2018

I wished one wish that night.
That she would keep my heart safe.

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