When my imaginary friend left me fourteen years ago

He told me that he had secreted a box of tricks somewhere in the house

I initially searched for this box but was unable to find it so I gave up

That was until today when I discovered his box of tricks by accident

When I opened this small box I found two teddy bears

 As well as a striking red and black abstract painting

There was also a green church diary dating from 2006

And a pack of tarot cards wrapped in a thin silk scarf

My imaginary friend was something of a hypochondriac

And I found some strips of outdated pills which I soon disposed of

His faded London security pass which he was required to wear

Reminded me of his handsome but gently worn features

I do not know what I expected to find as many years had passed

The fake olympic medals made me smile as did his Henry Miller paperback

I imagined him reading Quiet Days in Clichy on the tube train each day

And getting odd looks from repressed middle aged men and sad virgins

The box of tricks has now been returned to its secret place

I do not know when I will open it as its magic was beginning to fade

Everything is now illuminated and I can recall its contents with ease

My imaginary friend although distant is near and he often speaks to me in my dreams