It will only take a moment
ten minutes,
a second,
does it really matter?
It's taking,
grabbing our time,
in the dark alley
at night
prodding us with a gun
buried in our backs
forcing us to let go
and leaving us alone
under the starry sky,
the one that mocks us
with its seeming endlessness
while we stand,
bewildered,
wondering where
the time has gone