Conversations with Invisible Friends
If ever you see me walking alone,
In deep dialogue with all but thin air;
Having neither earbuds nor microphone;
But I often, with invisible friends,
Make compromises, draw lines under fights,
Come to understandings, tie up loose ends,
Philosophically put things to rights.
These days I find I’m comfortable in
The company of spectral beings;
Images of old friends residing within
My memory bank, along with the strings
Of events that led to their present state,
As over old pastures we ambulate.
