Figment of My Imagination

You breathed life back into my soul, your kind words and gestures help me heal. I almost think you're a figment of my imagination, someone as wonderful, and caring as you can't be real. I long to hold your hand, and kiss your face, but that can't happen with my most lovely delusion. You seem so real and that makes it much worse. Wanting you here only adds to my confusion. I see your name, and quickly look around. A creation in my mind has written me a letter. I think my sickness is getting worse by the day, Do you think a doctor or medicine could make me better? I am reluctant to tell my doctor about you, because if I do, you'll leave and go away. I could never ask for any kind of help, You see, I secretly want you to stay. I close my eyes and dream of reaching up to caress your ever so gently aging face. To wonder what it would feel like to be wrapped in your carefree, safe embrace. Please don't wake me if this is but a dream, I'd rather die than to wake and feel hollow again. You mean so much to me, my imagined friend, just know you're responsible for my ever growing zen.