(She really didn't want to go in the first place). Edward Poynter's 1862 "Orpheus and Eurydice" altered by the author's brilliant wife.
Shopping is like a hero’s journey these days
One I don’t always win.
Wan, blank faces, less telling than Greek masks,
I may as well be in the underworld itself
My wife was bitten early by the fright,
She is a social distance champion,
She avoids other people at the store
By walking directly behind me
It takes faith to walk on, not hearing or seeing her
As we make our way out of the gloom.
And I have good reason to look back.
She often gets distracted by end cap sales
And one time I got rather far before discovering she was not there.