I knew
they were gone,
out for the weekend.
They do this every month.

I picked the lock.
It clicked quietly.
This robbery had gone just like any other,
until, I got nosy.

I looked in a child’s drawer,
a boy presumably.

I was searching for money,
when a paper jumped out,

reading:
“To: Hailey,
From: Your secret admirer”.

I rifled through
the party favors and the drink umbrellas.

At the bottom
were valentines,
blank,

I decided
I wasn’t going
to continue looking for glittering gold,
because

I knew
the most valuable thing
this boy had
has been stolen.