letter to an old friend

i was thinking about it, and i finally figured it out
i like the imaginary version of you that i've created in my head.
i kept setting you side by side, willing myself to make it match
but it never did.
i think i'd be much happier, really, if
you quit intruding with your messy reality.
i know what i need
and it's not really you.
thank you for the memories,
including the ones you don't share.
i think it worked out better than you know.
i'm smiling now;
this feels good to acknowledge.