The Boy Appears Courtesy of My Overactive Imagination
In my mind
I can feel the heat of your body
against my back,
the weight of your arm wrapped around me,
the breeze of your breath along my scalp.
I close my eyes and hold onto you for a few minutes.
I fall asleep in your arms
but it's all a lie,
the trick of an overactive imagination.
You aren't here,
you never were.