Poems, Personals, and Commentary

The Appointment

He didn’t show up for the appointment
With my husband and me.
The lights were out,
But the door slightly ajar,
Though the latch was locked.

I thought surely
Either he or his wife
Were in serious trouble,
Perhaps dead.

I thought the worst.

Would there be a funeral?
Would we be notified?

I prayed.

What did it mean to me
If he were gone, or his wife?

The phone rang some time later —
“Sorry, I took some medicine
For a bad cold
And just woke up.
Please forgive me.”

I was so SURE that
Someone had died.
It just shows
That intuition
Can be terribly wrong.

I need to get a life.

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