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,
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.