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Source:
Adults
Author:
Rhona Aitken
Title:
The Soldier's wife - shopping on a Monday
They told me that you died on Monday.
Last Monday.
where was I that moment
we both died?
Could I have been aware
as I bought carrots and cress
that your life had suddenly gone,
and mine plunged into solitude for ever.
A moment. Just a moment.
A bullet.
That’s all it was.
No breath traversed air-waves.
No loving thought -
no mystic kiss -
nothing.
I breath with difficulty
when I enter the green-grocers.
I never shop on a Monday.
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