Who takes care of my imaginary friends?
\nPlaymates of childhood.
\nDid they die when I ceased
\nplaying with them?
\nDid they stand in a closet
\nwaiting for me to open the door?
\nAnd slowly become part of the darkness?
\nDoes Santa Claus look for my letters?<\/p>\n
Is there a candle burning
\nin some faraway chapel
\nwhere God stands by the altar
\nlooking at the door,
\nhis eyes never wavering.
\nDo all make-believe people
\nbelieve in me more than I in them?
\nDoes the Holy Mother wait for me
\nto forget my prayers
\nand kiss me in my sleep
\nforgiving my conditional devotion?<\/p>\n
Perhaps I may be the imaginary one.
\nLoved, for willing to be loved,
\nand looking out the window
\nfor real friends to come by.
\nTo call and wake me in the morning,
\nsaying, Ted,
\nyour world is still here.
\nEverything you love is safe.
\nNothing will ever hurt you or them,
\nand you will live
\nas long as time goes by,
\nour imaginary friend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Who takes care of my imaginary friends? Playmates of childhood. Did they die when I ceased playing with them? Did they stand in a closet…<\/p>\n