there's a skeleton in my closet; it looks a lot like you.
it talks to me sometimes.
about the weather, the economy, the pain i put it through.
at night, if i strain my ears just right, i can hear it crying, just like you used to.
i really miss you.
i miss how you used to say stupid things like "i love you" and "do you like sugar in your tea?"
now all i hear is screaming.
things like "i thought you loved me"
and
"help"
"help"
"help"