Robbed

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul.

A presence full of vacuum;
your scarce words were but echoes
that fled the bottom of a deep core.

Maybe you could find a voice
in my scars
and a loud language
in the sad chunks that I abandoned
at the tip of my tongue.

You stole fragments
of my outstretching secrets;
and maybe
you needed them more.