9/30
Sonnets From Other Lives: SueEllen

She's gone.  She didn't even take a coat.
That detail gnaws--relentless--at her mind.
She imagines her alone out in the cold.
Where did she fail?   How could she be so blind?
She tries to glean some clue out of the past
few days--replays the last few interations.
What vital question slipped away unasked?
What hidden slight demanded a retraction?
Outside the window nightfall swarms with danger.
She tries to tell herself it's only rain,
but cannot rid herself of those dark strangers
lurking in the shadows of her brain.
Is it too early to go to the phone?
She doesn't care.  She wants her baby home.