Liar

They called me a liar.

I don’t mind.

It’s just my reality is different than them.

It’s okay, I don’t really need them either.

Because I have you.

You are the only one that really understands me.

They called me crazy.

I know I’m not.

Because I know you are real.

I don’t understand why they can’t see you.

You are right beside me, almost every time.

Yet they have said I talk to the air.

Some of them worried, but most of them laughing at me.

That’s okay.

They asked me everything about you.

I told them everything I know about you.

Why would I lie to them about you?

You are real, right?

Hey, Harvey.

I’m waiting for you.

Let’s grab the cold beer at the bar today and talks about your journey to Akron.

We will always be together… right?

Note: I just need making this one. Still grieving from losing one of a good indie band from Liverpool and can’t stop repeating their song titled Harvey, based on an old American movie about a man whose best friend is a creature from Celtic folklore (called pooka) named Harvey (in the form of a 6 ft 8’ invisible rabbit).  

In honor of Her’s. You guys will be missed.