The hours after midnight are for lovers and criminals with the lonely in between. A time that silence is an enemy when the only other sounds are each breath inhaled....exhaled and the bleeding of the heart counting seconds in an endless night of loneliness.
------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming.
Robert, What a sad poem...whew! Sorry about the computer sickness!!! Here's your prescription.... Read 3 poems every 10 minutes for 7-10 days and respond as needed. (after the 10 days are up...repeat the steps.) Thank you. OH! And don't forget to call....oops...nevermind. LOL Glad you are back and recouping from the virus.