#poetry by DSS: "Stolen"
Moments not taken, evaporated sands that can't be had if returned. Realities of the present costing futures owed debts with interest at unknown rates. Defaulted leaves stones unturned and hands unheld - never enough past to know anything deeper than one or two shovelfuls.
It is not kind, and no kindness can tell me where we will be or become. I know a continents divide is wide, and even my voice may not carry that far. Wishes don't make dreams come true, and all I know about me and you is that we were stolen.
I'll pay the ransom.
~~~David Sandler~~~
