My imaginary friend died last night.
Time killed him in our sleep.
I woke up to find him face down.
In a pool of my own youth.
He knew me well, my now lost friend.
My first and simplest confidante.
I loved him like a brother.
Now I don't even trust myself.
One day the clock will kill me too,
And in heaven I'll be meeting
My innocence embodied there
In the form of my daydream sibling.