My Gift (14-Apr-2008)

Although this sounds as tough it was written to one person, it is actually written to four. Will I ever be able to add a verse to give this poem a happy ending?

My Gift

I left my gift on the table.
It was there for you to take.
You sampled it and left me 
    some of yours.
But we were young.

I left my gift on the table.
It was there for you to take.
You took a piece; all that
    you thought you wanted.
And left but a piece of your own.

I left my gift on the table.
It was there for you to take.
You left it there untouched
    but did not let me take it back
Until you walked away.

I left my gift on the table.
It was there for you to take.
You took it while and left
    your own.
What happened then I do not know.

Will I ever get it back?