Imaginary friend?

I once had an imaginary friend.

I’d take pictures, then I’d send.

Then this imaginary friend would reply.

Reply to me, reply in kind.

That was until I held her hand.

We weren’t imaginary, I was her man.

She was my girl, my real partner in crime.

And I could never imagine I’d have get time.

via Daily Prompt: Imaginary

8 thoughts on “Imaginary friend?

  1. Imaginary friends are part and parcel of human’s life cycle, although they are imaginary, they have made our lives more colourful, and more wonderful. Great piece of poem. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!

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