I think I only imagined you.
You were never really there,
just an optical illusion.
A way to keep me in my skin,
a thought beyond compare,
an irreparable world view.
Unique is the nicest word
they had to describe me.
In my own little way,
I offered a real life to you.
What more could you want?
I guess I forgot
that imaginary friends
can have anything
and I’m here
stuck between
amniotic dreams
and the white light
beckoning me home.
How high am I allowed to reach?
I created you,
yet somehow,
you have put the lie to me.
Maybe it’s the other way around
and you imagined me?
Wouldn’t that just be
such a disappointment?
A real tragedy;
that you would dream of a being
like me.
There’s got to be a few advantages
to not existing at all.
Only human in your form,
because that’s the shape of my mind.
Anything is real.
Anything is possible.
The actual is the dream
that the only real obstacle now,
it that you live in my head,
or I live in yours.
Imaginary friends.
You are my secrets,
you are my coping mind,
my escape,
eyes open wide,
to see you
and dream in kind.
I never thought you’d die.
So I am yours
and you are mine.
I’m sorry I couldn’t find
it in me
to make you more.
Unlimited time,
or at least until I’m gone
and we’re both gone;
unless you’ve stopped dreaming me
and moved beyond.
Here is my promise,
my pact with the infinite,
my bargain with the world unseen;
I won’t stop dreaming you,
if you don’t stop dreaming me.
HG – 2017
