Gifts from another man

She gave him stuff stolen from another man,
gifts of love tainted with passive guilt,

She longed to be a pair, sealed and fast,
for years of abuse teaches a woman where to scout.

Love is never found in places its never kept,
perhaps it is concealed in tears that mama bore,

Its not stealing when there is no one to claim,
its not cheating when there is no one to shame,

A good workman knows which tools to lend,
and accepts guilt offerings, especially from a wounded heart,

The lost and betrayed find comfort in this confusing altar,
giving sacrifices that nurture hope in times of despair,

She had many pieces to pick in times so constrained,
He had scattered choices to make that chance never gives,

but it won't be long before mama finds out,
that she gave him gifts stolen,
from another man.

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Skyfall, Buruburu, Nairobi
7th Jan 2018