I've come to disturb you.

Are you here?

Are you here?
I feel a tinge, just a small drop of fear,
it only happens when you're near.

You are never quite clear.
Supposed to scare, but I'm endeared.
Has it been minutes or years?

Is it your whisper I hear?
These sounds keep on getting more severe.
Approach me, but not from the rear.

Are you here?
I know you'll stay, to each other we're too dear.
Keep near.