This is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is

purely coincidental.

My imaginary friend imaginary broke-up with me, & now I'm imaginary sad.

I imaginary crossed an imaginary line, and he imaginary told me we were

really, really done. I imagine he really, really misses me,

when I imagine the imaginary life he's imaginary living all

by his imaginary self without me. It doesn't help to imagine

his imaginary family helping him imaginary laugh, to imagine

his imaginary smile after an imaginary day in which he never

imagined me at all. Better to imagine an imaginary heartache

to match imaginary mine, to imaginary plant an imaginary seed

and maybe let a really real hope grow from an imaginary hurt.