I made a friend for myself when I was little.
She knew everything that I knew,
And she told me everything.
I was never alone because of her,
But no one else could see her.
That didn’t matter,
There were more important things to worry about.
We climbed the Empire State Building
And landed on our feet when we jumped off.
They told me I was too old to be her friend anymore,
And I regretfully believed that.
She faded into the dusty pictures of my childhood;
My teddy bear glared reproachfully at me for months,
And each day I’d long for my friend.
Years after, I met a new friend
Who is just as fantastic.
She is everything my old friend was,
But more.