Morning Bandit

You borrowed my backpack
Fit for a child, bought for school
My signature hidden in
Polka dots

My past in a pocket, magazines
From my ex’s mother you said
You’d recycle

And when you left that morning
My coffee mug resting in
Your hand

I knew you would steal
So much more
And leave much less behind

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