Taken from the first day
Taken from the last
Taken from the future that navigates my past
Taken from each waking hour
Taken from the dream
Taken from the fire escape of life as it may seem
Taken from the perfume
Taken from the touch
Taken from each salted tear of eyeliner and blush
Taken from the poetry
Taken from each song
Taken from the sepia blur where memories belong
Taken from the bedroom
Taken from the hall
Taken from the time-worn stairs
Taken from the floor
Taken from the violence
Taken from the kind
Taken from each warm embrace
Taken from behind
Taken, my love is taken from me
Taken from the picture
Taken from the wall
Taken from the moments shared each polaroid now torn
Taken with a flashlight
Taken from above
Taken from the ashes bright
A photograph of my love