When I’ve driven there in the dark
and the pouring rain
all that way, he says, when I’ve
found a parking space at last
and forked out the earth for it
I walk along the long corridors
upstairs I discover her bed in the ward
empty, clean sheets flat on it
then at last having located a nurse
I ascertain she’s been moved
my wife’s been moved and no one’s told me
what have they done with her?
Back along the corridor
take the lift to the third floor
says the nurse, and he pushes the door
how can one identify one person
the person one loves
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