Fred Aiken Writing

you left me for my best friend,

but the joke was on you,

cause my best friend was imaginary and followed be everywhere,

so it looked as if you were following my shadow,

yet still so distant,

calling out for me to slow down, wait, enjoy what was left of our relationship,

I guess if you could call it that,

I guess it gave me comfort,

knowing that someone cared for you,

even if they didn’t exist,

and I’m just a figment of our first kiss