It’s 3:38 am and from my slumber I awake. I could feel a cold sensation gently touching me to wake. Was it you? Are you close? Tell me deceased lover, what did you say? I couldn’t hear! Come near. Whisper once more! I’m not afraid!
Hugs from Brooklyn
Are we truly alone? Do our loved ones visit us from the yonder? Did you ever stop to listen? I want to know.