"Imaginary Friend”
“Hi Tom, how’s it going?”, I said to myself
As I picked up a book from an old wooden shelf.
“Not bad” said a voice that was not really there.
“Glad to hear” I responded while grabbing a chair.
I sat down alone and I started to read;
Not a page had I turned, when I heard Tom’s faint plead:
“Get up! Let’s go walk, or discuss something fun”
Only I wouldn’t leave ‘till my reading was done.
Now Tom was insistent, he pestered me yet,
“Take a break, don’t be dull; we’re best friends, don’t forget.”
Once again, I ignored him, I picked up my book,
In life’s game of chess, he then called me a rook.
Making faces to bug me, and causing frustration,
At last I yelled out, “You’re just my imagination!”
“God help me,” he said, “have you lost all your mind?
I think all this stress has made your thoughts unwind.
Now Stephen, I want you to know this is true,
Already I’ve had this discussion with you.
The one who’s imaginary is not me;
Suzanne Salmon