loss

So often have we faced a loss:
	perhaps a favorite doll disappeared during a play date
	a wagon vanished overnight from the front yard
	a pair of glasses but not the book
	a wallet from a locked hotel room
	an unexpected fire that started in the kitchen
	a home expropriated for an expressway
	a life denied by bombs and firefights

As if it had been ripped away, each loss left a scar
	a belief broken
	a past denied
	justice lost
	distrust, cynicism, paranoia

Why are there so few thieves, so many victims?

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