Thief.

I watched him. He just walked away.

He found me bleeding in the green grass.

My lungs were tight, shriveled,
quivering, and clutching for a breath.
I begged for him to help me
in a tiny, choked voice;
he paid me with a small smile.
He bent low and reached into my pocket

and took everything I had left.
Then he tipped his hat

and stepped over me,

never looking back.
The thief left me to die.

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[bobc]

B...like this one. Well done with the ending...bobc