Friend

Sitting on the bed talking to a friend. Sharing memories and starting new ones. Tell your darkest secrets over a milk shake. Growing bonds is what it makes. Holding hands on the beach cuddling on the couch. A friend to turn to when the world has turned on you. Receiving odd stares when talking to you. I just laugh it off and walk right through. My friend is the unseen kind. With no reflection or shadow. According to most my friend is a ghost.