Imaginary Friend *or Long Lost Friend* Poem by Emily Sleator aka Katastrophic Kyte3 NopyGirrl

. I knew I was vulnerable to face the fact that Hector was not with me anymore. I cried and I cried but I couldn’t diminish my sorrow with tears, so I decided talk to Hector because I knew he missed me as much as I missed him. As we were walking through the town I asked him how he could abandon me but he simply replied, “I’m here aren’t I.” I knew he didn’t understand how much it hurt so I grabbed his hands and it slowly flowed straight through mine at that moment I broke down. I asked him, “How could you say that nothing’s wrong! ” he gently replies back, “I never told you that nothing was wrong I just said that stuff was going to get right, through all the pain it’s causing. You know I will be with you no matter what, even if you can’t feel me. You know I will always be in the air you breath, on the floor you step on, and in your heart.” I yelled back crying, “I know but it’s not the same! ” Hector says, “Nothing can’t ever be the same even change changes but some things are irreversible like the fact that I’m dead! Yes you know I’m dead but both of us just don’t want to face it. I know the sins that have lead me to this were wrong but there’s nothing else we could do with it except accept it.” “It’s just that I don’t think I could live with this going through my head every day of my life.” Hector reassures me that, “I know it won’t be easy but you know both of us together can overcome anything. Our friendship is so strong that death can’t even depart us. As long as you have me in your heart I will always be there every minute of the day…” This conversation with him was defiantly notable and will be kept in my heart forever. We walked slowly away together to the beach near by and looked at the torrent of water. As Hector and I looked, we saw my reflection and in the place of his reflection was a swift ray of darkness that would be permanent in my heart, staining my true eyesight. That is why every morning since that day I walk out upon the streets I see at the corner of my eye the same swift ray of darkness. I loathed Hector for that day but knew that loathe was straight out of love for how much I would miss him and how bad he hurt me not being able to walk beside me on the streets when I was finally free. Yet I’m still hurt my wounds are bandaged but I know the way Hector thought and felt of himself was amended by the way we cared for each other.