Alone in a bed
With arms wrapped around me.
Real, transparent arms.
The ghost of a memory hugging me.
Imaginary friend, where did you go?
You used to be real.
But what is real?
You’re here now, in my bed.
I still taste your cologne with my nose,
The smell of your last cigarette in my hair.
How did I get here?
Walking through this life alone,
You promised you’d always be here.
I can feel you still playing with my hair,
A hand caressing my knee.
You slayed dragons in my mind,
Set up fortresses that even make God proud.
But still.
The moonlight is my companion.
Wind the only whisper I hear.
Yet you are here
As I lay
Alone in a bed.