Nothing the Thief

There was an idea I had yesterday that I suspect you stole, my friend. I had it in my head and I thought I would recall it, but suddenly, unwritten and un-solidified, it disappeared. Gone now, it became irretrievable. It may return, but it may also be transformed into something else. You took it, or perhaps you stole it, but I know you have something to do with its departure.

You have much to do with its emergence as well.