When Love Calls the Heart
Passing through widowhood is teary at best. Divorced and widowed is twice as hard. One is as bad as the other when love calls the heart.
The night winds blow and loneliness surrounds you. Thinking out loud is a strange thing. The sound of your own voice echoing down the hall and back is almost creepy. You fall asleep at the keyboard and your thoughts spill out in unintelligent keystrokes, and your reader thinks your nuts. Tears are a dangerous thing to a keyboard, they can short out your thoughts. You stare at the keyboard and think, for a long time........ what shall I say? And you say nothing, no one know your there, not even you........ You find yourself in a far-away-place, in a time gone by, and it hurts to remember....... when love calls the heart.
She calls your name, plain as day, and you come out of a dead sleep wide-awake. It's so real you can almost hear her footsteps coming back to bed. There's no point of going back to sleep or even trying You lay there for hours listing for her voice again....... when love calls the heart.