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It was always confusing, almost fun and mostly terrifying.
It reminded me of when I was younger,
just a child dancing in the dirt and stones
of my very own country road.
I paid no attention to a darkening sky
only to my feet moving offbeat.
but, my song was interrupted
in the distance a great engine roared,
as if reestablishing industrialization.
I ran out of the road as the roar drew closer.
But no metal beast came tearing down the road
And then it hit me.
A cold, drenching, realization.
I was alone.
The roar was the sound of rain from
(What seemed at the time)
Very far away.
An unexpected downpour drenched my clothes
and caused me to shiver
As I stumbled through the mud all the way home.
A few years passed
And I found myself in the rain again.
This time I was waiting for someone.
Like before, I came to a realization...
This time it came slowly upon me.
It made my feet itch, my hands shake, and my stomach flip.
This time my eyes became clouds
And they rained upon the earth.
Again, I was alone.
It was disappointing.
but in the rain
I found myself
dancing with my imagination
It was liberating.
So began a relationship
Between myself and My imagination
He did all the thinking.
I did all the talking
Always Talking to him
to my imagination
It was heart breaking
when I was alone
Just me and my imagination
I cried for him.
He never cried for me.
I sang to him.
He told me his thoughts.
I could never be away from him.
My Imaginary Man.
So when voices whispered to me in my dreams,
(the only time I was without him),
And told me "Leave him,"
I'll give up on chasing my
It's time for him to leave town, anyway."
That night the voices from my dream took him away.
I was free of him.
Free to find a real man.
(If such a thing Exists)
Free to be alone.
But no man will ever live up to my Imaginary Man.