To an Imaginary Friend

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?