You were not here

You were not here

When I came home.

You had not phoned

To say your plans had changed,

Or you’d be late.

At once I feared the worst,

And for a moment

Tempted fate to show me

How I’d feel if something terrible had passed.

Perhaps a crash: The phone would ring

“I’m sorry sir – she didn’t feel a thing.”

And for some minutes

I put it from my mind,

And quelled a guilty feeling

Only still to find my thoughts

Returning to that morbid place...

Until your radiant face

Alighting at our door

“Hello my love, I called in

“At the grocery store.

“Is everything OK?”

“Oh yes,” I said

“I’ve had a lovely day.”

15^th X 2008