Imaginary friend (part 2)

It was real. Not like a feeling. No, But as palpable as lemon on a bruise.
And the voices I heard, it was u and I. The laughter and giggles one couldn't deny.
My eyes were restless because only dreamers get sleep at night.
I worked the existence of our friendship, and lived it. Nothing to be proud of however,
because I COULD'T do bad all by myself. It took the two of us.
Why though, do I feel any remorse? After all, it was my decision.
My mamma told me to grow up, that I was too old to play with my thoughts. Yet
just when I started realizing that you were more than just an imaginary friend,
you went gone with the wind. No longer visible to the human eye and unspoken
like a brick wall. I guess my momma didn't know that the best things are unseen...