It’s like after a robbery

Of a grand house.

A life is there, but pieces are missing.

 

They took almost everything.

I am left with so many odds and ends.

And the important things,

I go to where I kept them,

And there are just empty places

Where they sat and assured functionality,

Efficacy.

 

Now I wander empty corridors

Where paintings are missing.

I am looking for things I need.

But they are gone,

And will be gone still tomorrow.

 

There’s no getting back what is lost.