~James~

For James my imaginary friend…
The way he looks,
the way he dreams.
As he sleeps,
As he thinks.

The moonlight gleaming,
off white hair.
His mind off racing,
going nowhere.

As I sit here thinking,
I wonder how he is.
Ten years later,
And already has a kid.

I hope he's happy,
since that emotion is barren to me.
I hope he still loves me,
because I still love him dearly.

By callie boudreau
Published: 10/17/2007
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