Yes Bandits

Yes Bandits

dark and beautiful

there were four

and they came four times

The first stole my friends

and left me silence

dewy grass under young feet

The second stole my home

and left me wandering

dusty foreign streets

a stranger

The third stole my love

and left me in a bare walled room

alone with a mirror

the fourth stole my plans

and left me

sleeping dreams