Stolen

Moments taken, undulating, slipping through the fingers of my mind. Slowly marking 

Time when all we had was time. Permanent markers. Red and black indelible print on soft

Surfaces. Everyone could see that you belonged to me. Except for you. And her. Thieves.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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