A Poetical Investigation



Now you were here between nine and ten?

Yes to that, again and again!

And she, she sat right in that chair?

You nod, that’s good, and you sat there…

Yes, there I sat, at her knee,

I stood but once, to make the tea

And on your return was it then you saw,

That she was there no more?

Her chair was empty, I beheld an open door.

Could it not be possible she went to the store?

  There’s blood on the floor!