The Invisible Friend

I hate that I can’t see what people are seeing

I thought it was over no friends for me

I hate that I can’t see normal things

I miss the life I use to have

When I would smile and I could see people smile back

Until one day I walked out my door

Feet shuffled against the concrete floor

Ready for another day of “do you need a hand?” “What can you see?”

I hear someone crying around the Corner

No happiness left in them

I walk up to them and say “hey you okay”

I don’t know if he did but I could feel the presence of a smile

He reply’s saying “you can see me?”

I think oh great here goes another assumption

I say “no I can’t but I can hear you tears and your pain”

once again I can feel a smile presence

He says “oh I’m sorry I just am Suprised you recognised me”

We walk along the roads

Arms interlinked

We sit down for a tea

He says “can u order for me and I’ll pay I just don’t think they’ll be able to see me”

I agree and go order

And there we are drinking our drinks not caring abt how popular eachother where

Not caring how we looked or how eachother looked just 2 friends drinking tea