STOLEN

The smile through lathered wrinkled skin;
the turning of dark hair to gray and then white;
the laughter of a new joke fond;
the expert hands stroking the right spots;
the comfort of knowing I am safe;
always sure the lonely will be but for a moment...

These are a few things that have been stolen.

I am left behind;
to find my way out of a black hole;
to find my way into the darkness of this world;
to find, to find, to find...
you are nowhere to be found.

Memories that will fade or get lost;
thoughts that will jumble together;
heart beats alone...

How does one get through
how does one hold on
how does one let go
how does this work out for me?

You will never grow old
you will never feel hurt or pain
nor will you feel hope
laughter, or
my love
my kisses
my hugs
my insides
me.

I will grow old...
I will grow....