Unseen

She steals the intangible things.

The small glimpses of smiles
Considered unseen;
The gestures of kindness
When it was presumed no one was watching;
The pieces of dreams and devastations and
Concealed, consuming passions
Inadvertently expressed through eyes
Innocently
Or ignorantly believed unreadable.

She is an accidental thief:

Never choosing to return home alone to sift
Through the bits of souls
Never purposely collected,
Never purposely seen;
Tries to piece them together in a way
That would well explain what she deems
Almost criminal,
And that would redeem
The empty room she sits in,

Unseen.