Fatal Love

They think i'm crazy. Am I? It's possible. They spread rumors that I still talk to him. I do. Everyday. Everybody tells me day after day that he's gone. He's dead. They remind me that I was at his funeral. They remind me that I watched his body sink six feet under. They tell me that I was the one who found him hanging from his closet ceiling. They tell me these things but I don't remember. I like it better when i'm alone with him. I don't have to listen to everyone's lies.