Strangest Thing

It was the strangest thing

For those not close,

For those only familiar

With the sassy wave

The sexy smile,

One morning the

Curtains still drawn

Screens not set

Papers on the step

No music,

Perhaps a secret

Lover arrived in the

Night,

Maybe she had taken

A sailing or skiing

Week-end,

Was she ill,

Could she have

Just up and moved,

Those not close

Could only hope

That someone who

Knew her well,

Those near and dear

To her were there

For her,

It was the strangest thing.

Stephen Nesbitt ©