Twilight Poem by David Lewis Paget

I look for you in the twilight glow
When the sun dips over the rim,
When it's night time here and it's daytime there
And I think of you there with him.
Though you said, ‘It's just for a holiday,
And I promise that I'll be good, '
Well I'm sure you were, as he stroked your hair
In the shade of the underwood.

Whenever the twilight's coming on
And the Moon moves up in the sky,
I sit and dream in a cold moonbeam
And mull over the question, ‘Why? '
You said that you had two itchy feet
In a sense, they wanted to roam,
And though you were trying to be discreet
I knew you were leaving home.

So now I sit, and cry in the dark
Of the twilight's utter gloom,
And think of you in a pleasure park
Where you flew on your witches broom.
I know you couldn't be on your own
I can see the dark shape of him,
He's there when you ought to be alone
As you taste of the fruits of sin.

The sun peers over the morning rim
As I bid goodbye to the night,
And see where I shattered the mirror in
That I look like a sleepless fright.
The silence shrieks with a telephone ring,
As I answer it, you say:
‘I'm looking forward to coming home, '
And, ‘Thanks for the holiday! '

12 April 2017