Talking to the dead can be a pain. You know in your mind they are gone forever. They are simply not a part of your life. Yet they stand there like ghosts. Their mouths open and close, but what they say means as much to you as nothing. . . just nothing.
“It has been a long time since I have seen you.” They say in that eerie way.
Of course it has been a long time. The last time I saw you I was under the impression we were not friends. I do not go out of my way to talk to people. I definitely do not go out of my way to talk to people who hate me. Everything between us does not exist anymore. You might as well be dead.