A/N: Those imaginary creatures, those imaginary friends from when we were young and now older and don't have time for them as much anymore. Our muse, considering all the stuff that never gets written, is a testament of that as well.

The Friends of Our Childhood

We're still here
even though you've forgotten

The dust that lurks in corners
where your duster doesn't reach.

Once upon a time we'd explore
the world together.
The world was just so big
back then.

It's fine you're so tired now
you don't dream
and in the waking hours
you're filled with solid things.

We'll wait. We're patient.
You'll grow older soon
and you'll stop it all:

work,
family,
this adult life you lead

and you'll remember the times
where the lines of the world were where
you drew them
in the sand.

Just because you don't look at us now,
it doesn't mean we've ceased
to exist.