Imaginary friend, What is one to be?
In my heart, beyond logic, real to me.
Who knew that time, such pain could breed?
Truth ages me, with a heavy heart,
within a child’s mind, you will reside.
In your memory, I’ll forever confide,
Who could foresee the sorrow’s seed,
when time tore our world apart.

My friend imagined, graced my world with cheer,
In your absence, how can I bear,
The emptiness left by your departure, unfair?
Imaginings, a personality, all our own,
A bond so real, transcending any fear.
I hold dear those days I knew,
In my heart, my friend, I remember you.
In the depths of my mind, friendships have grown.

I laughed and cried beneath the finite sky,
Happy and sad, I laughed and cried,
With my dearest imagination by my side,
Not a mere imaginary friend, you see,
Memories held dear, they’ll never say goodbye.
In the complexity of memory, imaginings reside,
A cherished friend, forever tied.
To me, living. As real as could be.

Imagined worlds, with personalities all their own,
In the memory, I’ll always confide,
A small child’s feelings, forever inside,
I remember those days, both happy and sad,
In imagining embrace, a story is firmly grown.
For in a world of make-believe, I’ll remain,
A treasured story, through joy and pain.
With my dear imagination, the best friend I had.

In memory, in secrets, I can always confide,
yet, with heavy heart, the hands of time part,
our friendship is true, a masterpiece of art.
Who could have known such would bring me pain?
A child’s feelings, in my heart, forever abide.
To me, you lived, as vividly as can be,
In your absence, how could I ever be free?
An imaginary friend, yet not in vain.

With a heavy heart, time drove us far apart,
I cherish those days, both joyous and sad,
With my dear imaginings, the best friend I had.
My friend, with love, you graced my world so sweet,
In my mind, you remain a work of art.
We laugh and cry ‘neath the boundless sky,
Memories etched in my heart will never die.
A bond so true, no other could compete.

Who could have guessed the joy it would bring?
In our imagined worlds, we stood together alone,
In the depths of love, our friendship has grown.
To me, you lived, as real as could be,
An imaginary friend, an everlasting spring.
I hold those days, both joy and sorrow combined,
With my dear imagination, the one of a kind.
even in your absence, I am now free.