.
Imaginary
friends, discarded
once
outgrown, upended
and forgotten
by their blood-
and-flesh
companions whom
.
they’d
shown and who they
thought
had also shown
a love
which offered them so
unconditional
a fit that it was
.
unimaginable
they would ever
need
a love additional to it.
But now
these randomly
abandoned
beings have begun
.
to
find equivalently yearning
others
of their kind. New
intimacies
salve their burning
losses.
Imagination glosses
.
its
effects and predilections,
finds
new ways to ride the bends
of its
fluidities, affections
and desires.
Floating past each
.
other
on their river, they begin
to
feel the quiver of a possibility
of love
they’d thought was gone.
Might
dreams love dreams?
.
Now
they do. Which means
there
may be hope for
what
you’ve thrown away,
and therefore
hope for you.
.
.
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