loss

loss…

comes hidden under the leaves

it never rustled underfoot, never warned me

of its creeping, seeping approach

unbidden thief

stealer of good honest effort

burglar in disguise come right through

the front door

hello, welcome, come on in,

will you have some tea?

you have taken

so much

speaking of dreams you were lying

trickster in the smoke and mirrors

you handed me your token

raw and to the bone