You make a space in your life for someone and one day they get run over by a vehicle and you are left with an empty space and have to make another space, a new one, for their ghosts.

Because the dead and the living can’t be meddled up, in fear of you forgetting about why you want to live or die so badly.

Because you know maybe they might be able to hear you, but you sure as hell won’t be able to hear them.