Ouija board, talk to my soul.

I want to talk to you, feel your mighty words. Of all the people, right next to me, only you make me feel heard. The only problem is: you're gone, you've been sleeping for so long. For so many dreadful decades, we've been without your song. I heard of this thing, this useful device, maybe you've heard of it before. This magical toy, this grave instrument, called Ouija board. One of these lonely, autumn days, when all hope is lost your words will come through the sunshine rays, they will melt all the frost. It's foolish to think you're close to me, your death escaped my life, I know. But your words bring me such symphony, you speak in ways I haven't heard before. It's almost as if we lived one long life, almost as if you never died. It's like your body never hit the ground, but rather lived on in this body I call mine.