Its 3 O’clock in the morning…. I’m not alright but I’m okay. I sit, I look around at the many photos of you. A line to one of my favorite Marvin Gaye tunes pops in my head as if you pushed play on your old cassette player. “I’ve got your picture hanging on the wall, but it can’t sing or come to me when I call your name, it’s just a picture in a frame…” hmmm…the world sleeps, as its eery silence haunts me, invading every corner of my mind. The thoughts, the memories remind me though it hurts, at 3 o’clock in the morning it is good to be alone with my most intimate thoughts of you.
Walking With My Forever Angel 