The King of Hearts

To those struggling to break free from their cages.

You’re not alone.

Buckle your seat belt, Dorothy, ‘cause Kansas is going bye-bye.

My beloved Joe was gone.

Holding hands as we walked in a late summer’s golden light … kissing in the moonlight … that one night of love before they stole me from him … the passion in his face as he held me in my lamp-lit study … his last words: but we have no time

My mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak.