She cooks my food and
Does my laundry.
Although,
The drink she gives me--
It tastes like soap.
She’s not imaginary.
We do everything together.
We laugh,
We cry,
We explore.
Our adventures could
Last a lifetime.
She’s not imaginary.
I talk to her every day.
I tell her my problems.
Like when I realized
They all look at me funny.
She’s not imaginary.
Like that night she left,
She didn’t say goodbye.
We locked eyes
And there she went.
She’s not imaginary.
She lives on in my imagination.