nobody is really sure
obvious things are gone
like missing paintings from the wall
stark relief of faded paper
what has gone missing
after the thief has been
it takes time to catalogue
the treasures that have been lost
crime perpetuates
you find the dust silhouette
where smaller things once stood

churning again the horror that flattened my life
the flash blindness still comes in waves
stealing little pieces thought safe
those sacred things
placed close to my heart
appear to have leaked away overnight
lured away
or repelled
cannot tell
but the thief has been back
there are fingerprints in the dust

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