I lost you once,
and I lost you twice, then
I lost you thrice
stolen in secrecy
a decade before
you would weep
your thief
dead
before discovery
unaware
you were gone
you were
resurrected
snatched away violently
weeks before
you were legal
thieves
abscond
into dark anonymity
your absence
denied
you were
resurrected
given
instantly
to the first bidder
the recipient
not fit for
your worth
your absence
acknowledged
you were
not resurrected
like the son
you were
sacrificed
for the sins
of the mother’s drunken father
of the two drunken men in the red truck
of the
hopeless
drunken
girl
I lost you once,
and I lost you twice, then
I lost you thrice.
Phoebe Lulu 