Gone ShoppingA Poem by David Lewis PagetI’m sitting here in the morning glow Of the early winter sun, Staring at the picture of you And wondering what I’ve done, You left to go on a shopping trip In the middle of the week, You said that you’d be an hour away Was the last I heard you speak. I’m used to you never turning up So I knew I’d have to wait, I’ve often taken a chair out there To sit by the garden gate, The sun went down and the Moon came up There was still no sign of you, And when I crawled upstairs I saw That the bed was empty too. I wondered what you were shopping for As it’s true, you never tell, You might be looking for pitchforks from The seventh circle of hell, You come back home with the strangest things Like a bag of knitted straw, And once with a dozen rubber rings What did you want them for? A day went by and I rang around, Caught up with your friend Denise, Checked with the local hospital, With the Firemen and the Police, But nobody knew just where you were Or at least, they wouldn’t say, Constable Gurk suppressed a smirk Said you might have run away. Somebody said that you’d passed them by In a number fourteen bus, Another one said, they don’t know why, You were seen with Uncle Gus. I knew all along that must be wrong Though I don’t know why they lied, They must have been seeing things, it’s been A year since my Uncle died. So now I’m left with a mystery It’s already been a week, I’ve been so alone, all on my own I’m forgetting how to speak. I’d never have thought you’d want to leave I thought that our love was true, I’ve just had a call, you’d not believe, They found you, locked in the Zoo. David Lewis Paget
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