The U-turns

I didn't consider the likelihood
that a morn would go by
thumping on your door,

buzzing your bell, incessantly.

It was awkward,
yelling your name
among a gang of children
who left their play

and stared at me,

a milkman inquired
whether I need some empty bottles
to crash your window.

An elderly couple, back from their
morning stroll, advised, "Poor man,
why not give her a call?"

"Her wretched phone is currently
switched off!", I muttered.

"Perhaps she's still asleep!"
"Or maybe she is unwell, or unconscious!"
"Maybe she has gone out somewhere."

"Better call the police!"

I was getting immersed in opinions,
when a small note caught my eye,

"Dear Max, I have lost my keys.
Staying at a friend's place.
What's wrong with your phone?"