“Late at night, my heart is not quiet.
It’s not whispering. It’s shouting your name.”
Maybe, at midnight, you’ll finally be able to say what’s in your heart. When there’s nothing but us and the moon shining above us. Maybe then. Maybe you’ll say the words. And maybe, if I’m brave enough, I’ll be able to say it too. Because in the middle of the night, my heart is no longer quiet. It’s no longer whispering, like the sun might catch its secret. It’s shouting your name, hoping against hope that you’ll feel the same.
So tell me, darling. What is it your heart shouts to you late at night?
© Sarah Doughty
My heart only calls for you.