Poetry

Imaginary Friend

A shadow
A crossing figure
A friend?
A foe?
No its just imaginary
Or is it
To you
They are real
As real as your
Pain
Sorrow
Regrets
Hopes
Dreams
But still to others
They are shadows
Because they fade
With time
You learn
Imaginary
Things
Are
Just
A
Child's
Play
But
You
Remember
Them
Even if they are
Just
Imaginary