Why do you haunt my dreams still?
I wake up and I know you've been with me all night.
I thought imaginary friends were supposed to vanish at adulthood.
Yet, here I am at 26, and you're still with me.
Maybe I'm trying to resurrect the spirit of my childhood.
If I am, I've been successful—
For every time I think of you, speak of you, and especially write of you,
There you are—in a word, a message, a picture.
You don't fade with time as I once thought you would,
And I'm beginning to think that you are mine for life.
Or perhaps,
Just perhaps,
I am I yours?
