The phonecall

The Phone call
She holds the phone in her hand
She gasps horrified and starts to stand
Her heart beating fast within her chest.
This she thinks is one big mess.

I didn’t hear she begins to say
I don’t understand, he was here yesterday
Her mind drifts to the day before
Checking just to be sure
Her husband smiling and chatting, making tea
Why? Why would he do this to me?

She cannot believe what is being said.
The police officer saying he is dead.
This is not right, she cannot make it out
Until she knows for sure she continues to doubt.

The pain she feels as she starts to think
The truth dawns and her heart begins to sink.  
Her love, her husband, her life
Consumed by pain and strife.

Tears stream down her face
Her memories in a different place
Her anger makes her want to scream
They were always such a good team.
The love they shared disappeared, in a heap
Remembering the good times as she tries to sleep




Its over she says at last
He’s now part of her past.
Yes he’s dead and gone
And now she has to carry on.