Sophia

 

I used to have a friend once

Whose name was good Sophia

She was small and kind and sometimes frightened

But other wise she was a free one.

 

She used to come and play with me

Throughout my childhood years

And even when I was feeling sad,

I could always feel her near

 

My mother used to tell me

To never let her go

To love her and to cherish her

Through the moments of my growth

 

But then one day, something changed

Sophia went away.

I never saw her anymore

Even though I begged her to stay.

 

I begged and begged and begged and begged

And closed my eyes in hope

That when I opened them up again

I’d see a tiny rope

 

That rope was the thing that led me to her

My pathway to her world

But the moment that rope disappeared,

I realized it was all a joke.

 

Sophia was a fairytale.

A made-up friend I couldn’t feel

The fateful cold December night,

I found out Sophia wasn’t real.