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.