The Imaginary Friend I never Had

Kids are playing football

And the sky's about to open

But they carry on regardless.

The flagstones turning brown

With wet as the ball skids

Followed by their dirty Reeboks.

And I wish you were there

Because we could be together

Drenched in rain but happy

The way I wish we used to be.

 

They don't play anymore

Most have jobs and go to the pub.

And I did too

But then you moved away

I never heard from you again.

 

The ones who never played with us

Never missed it but I envy them now,

They played amongst themselves

Only with words and notes and soul.

I much prefer their equivalent to

A football in the face.

 

I wonder did you join that crowd

Of misfits who seemed so happy.

Not that there's just two cliques

Us and them, them and us.

But you did have an artistic

quality you didn't really investigate

It showed itself sometimes.

Were you aware? I said nothing

We were brave, we were macho boys.

 

Although your footprints made no impression

On those wet tiles, the song you sang was heard.