The Imaginary Girlfriend

A Poem by Goldilocqs

Translation of 'Le Petit Puce qui n'existe pas'.

We've flirted & blushed when we are together,
but you did not speak of her.

I asked you oout, & it pleased you immensly.
You blushed oncce more & smilles your sweet soft smile,
but you did not think of her.

You eagerly accepted my invatatin, without pause or hesitation.
I gave you THE card, I know you felt the same,
& you know how I found it hard,
but it is only now that you speak of her.

My emotion for you has invaded your heart,
& there is a chance of us losing time,
but I know you feel nothing for her.

Perhaps you are struggling with your feelings for me?
But you neither speak nor consider her.
Because of a force unseen by us,
you will never speak nor think of me.
Because of the differences between us,
you & I will never be.

Because of your imaginary girlfriend,
For you, it is I, who no longer exist.