What would you do with a theoretical friend?
One that was there, but not
At the same time?
Would you stay up late telling stories
That illicit no reaction?
Would you ask rhetorical questions?
Would you both go on a quest for
The rubies of Sigan?
Would you try to slay the Great Dragon?
Would you build a ship out of an
Old picnic table?
And run home when you got a
Splinter and ask your mother for help?
She wouldn't nurse your theoretical friend,
She claimed that he wasn't there.
You said that he understood you.
You said he never called you names.
He wasn't like the other kids.
Of course, he was purely theoretical.
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Poetry Collection 2016
PoetryThis is a small poetry collection I figured I would publish. Enjoy! :) -Ali J.T.