Bobby

A poem a wrote many years ago about my sister's imaginary friend.

Bobby was a friend of mine,
back when I was young,
we laughed and played
all the days and had so much fun.

We played anything that I could imagine,
always Bobby and me,
it didn't matter, not one bit
that nobody else could see.

Bobby laughed at all my jokes,
he listened when I cried,
everywhere that I could go
Bobby was by my side.

Then time went by,
oh how it flew,
and all at once there were many friends
and old gave way to new.

I forgot about Bobby,
a little every day,
and one day when I wasn't looking,
Bobby faded away.

Teen gave way to adult,
and friends began lives anew,
responsibilities took the place
of the clique we knew.

And now I'm old and lonely,
and wish I had a friend,
I never should have let him go,
I should have never let it end.

I let my childhood slip away,
and now it hurts to see,
now I remember Bobby,
and Bobby forgot about me.