Imaginary Friend

Imaginary Friend

Your words have been tickling the back of my brain for too long.

Far too long.

I can't open my mouth, to eat or floss for fear of my cranium letting lose.

All those things you said to me.

Buried beneath pillows.

Snuggled in your chest.

I imagined you once.

The man I loved.

Holding onto my purse.

Carrying me drunk in the snow.

I think you were funny and smart.

Sweet but sour.

And your laugh.

Like the sound of a honey.

Silky, smooth.

Sweet. 

Sweet eyes boy.

I see past them not through them.

I live in them.