Nocturnal Heart

I sit awake on the edge of our bed at 2 am talking to you on the telephone long distance

Heat lightning streaks the bedroom walls where our wedding photos hang and the cry of an animal in the woods raises goosebumps on my hot flesh

Your voice is low almost like mist leaking from the earpeice of the receiver as my hand shakes badly gripping tightly onto the handset as a drowning man grips at straws

Please come home I hear a strange voice plead begging then realise its my own but you only answer with silence and the animal crys out again almost drowning out the sound of my sobs

All I hear now is the dialing tone and as I suddenly awake from my dreams I remember your no longer here nor ever will be and I cover my wet eyes from the bright flashes of the heat lightning breath deeply and try to calm the pounding of my nocturnal heart