elizabethlevett

Dear Imaginary Friend,

Hey you, yeah, it’s been a while. I hope this finds you well. Actually, I hope this finds you. This is the last address I have. Anyway, we’re well, hanging in there like everyone else. You know how it is. We’re retired now though I still try to keep my hand in here and there. I go for long walks and look after some of the cute young baristas in the neighborhood. They work so hard. And hardly anyone tips nowadays. I keep my garden going and teach part time. There’s always housework to do. We stay active, read a lot. The world is in such a mess but we manage to keep our sense of humor.

Anyway, how are you? It’s been such a long time. I’ve been thinking of you quite a bit lately and I think it’s time to clear the air. That is, if it’s okay with you. What I’m wondering is just, what happened to us? We used to be so close you and me. We went everywhere together. Those were some good times. We always checked on each other and had each other’s back. Now I can’t even remember how we met; if I found you or you found me. But we used to be inseparable. I just want to make sure I didn’t let you down somehow. All I know is that one day you were just gone. I remember when my family moved away, seeing you as I looked back out the station wagon window, I had no idea then that we wouldn’t stay in touch.

I realize you’ve had your own life, and all of this is out of the blue. I don’t mean to get in your head or suddenly show up on your doorstep. I’ll respect your privacy. After all, there’s a chance we don’t even have much in common anymore, though I sometimes wonder if we wouldn’t pick right up where we left off.

That’s it, I guess. Drop a line some time if you feel like it and let me know how you are. It would mean a lot.

Take care, your imaginary friend

(Monoprint by Bonita Barlow)