This poem is my response to The Procrastinators ‘Sunday Writing Prompts’ by Gail Henderson. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/114832769/posts/3843508961
I’m not an expert on imaginary friends. I reckon my poem will explain why.
I’ve always wanted one.
Turns out, it’s not that simple
and friendship not a unilateral decision.
Perhaps mine just doesn’t care for my company.
To be fair,
what have I got to offer?
thus would struggle tremendously
with intergalactic travel.
Live in a linear life, of sorts,
which comes with rather mundane problems.
Prefer sociable business hours.
I guess, imaginary creatures
have much better offers
than that of my slightly squint soul
on the days when I’m lonely,
lost, waiting to be found
by sleeping dragons or others.
Just so you know,
if you decide to pop round,
between 7am and 10pm,
make yourself comfortable,
pet, stick the kettle on,
and I’ll be with you shortly.