Imaginary Friend

He whispered in my ear.

Sweetly, my name,

"Sarah" escaped his lips.

I looked around,

no one there.

Now I can't even see, the things I fear.

My hands, reaching.

Grasped him with my fingertips.

I hear quietly,

"Don't make a sound."

Of all the fortune and fame,

I'd have loved to hear him whisper

His name.