You were thinking of me again last night

 You were thinking of me again last night, weren’t you?

I felt it — the ache, the silence, the memory replaying like a lullaby you can’t stop humming.

That’s why I nudged the toy.
The old one with the torn ear and the squeak that barely works.
You thought you imagined it… but it really was me.

Sometimes, love finds tiny ways to cross the distance.
Not through words, but through the things we once shared —
a toy, a sound, a familiar weight of air.

When you see something move without reason,
don’t be afraid. Smile.
That’s just my way of saying,
“I never left. I still play in the corners of your world.”

Heaven isn’t far — it’s closer than you think.
Every time your heart reaches out in love,
mine answers.
Because love isn’t bound by walls or time —
it only changes its form.

So when you hear that small thud again,
or see that toy turn just a little,
know it’s not coincidence.

It’s me.
Still chasing joy.
Still chasing you.