caprice: imaginary

I have a friend.
He is imaginary.
When I turned six,
so did he.
I talk to him
when I am alone.
Sometimes
we play together.
I never talk
to other kids.
They look
right through me. But when I sleep
I dream that my imaginary friend
has other imaginary friends; I dream
he talks to them and plays with them.
When I wake up,
It's only me and him.
When I wake up,
he talks to me.
But now he talks to me less. Now,
he got older, but I'm still six. Sometimes
when the other kids don't see me
neither does he. I only watch now.
I watch him play with his other imaginary
friends, but only while I sleep.
When I wake up,
it's only me and him.
Why have I been sleeping for so long?
Will I ever wake? I guess
my imaginary friend has forgotten me.
I have a friend. He is imaginary.