Suicide

The milkman, early morning

Left the bottles at the door

The postman bright and breezy 

With that plop upon the floor

The curtains never fluttered

But stayed close, shut together

And noone knew the lady

Had chose to sleep forever

Much later as the binman passed

Ignored the bin not by the gate

And work phoned every hour

She wasn't usually  this late

At dusk the cat out on patrol

Returned home, pushing through the flap

Found his mistress sleeping still

Sat purring on her rigid lap

Next day the milkman on his round

Finding the past days milk still there

Raised the alarm and stood close by

With neighbours coming out to stare

The empty bottle, pills askew

That vacant look upon her face

And now noone would ever know 

Just why she couldn't stand the pace

That photo held tight in her hand

A romance spent, a Summers end

What a loss, a waste of life

A broken heart she couldn't mend