Remember Me?

What does it say about me
that I’m still happy under your bed?

What does it say about you
that you know I’m still here
but won’t even look?

I am still your imaginary friend.
Do you remember my name?
Why are you are not thinking of me?
There have been whole years
where I mostly
can’t stop thinking about you
and the times when I can are not
predictable.  So why
am I so easy to forget?

I never told you this, but
thank you for your skin.
I liked your skin a lot
and when late hours blind my hands,

your skin still lights up
the ceiling and the walls.
I need that. Thank you.
You still give and give
even if you don’t want
to know me.

Oooh, so
creepy you have just become
with all that shield around you.
Did I touch you?  I did. Then,
and just now.

I can’t make you remember my name
but at least you know I’m here.

Once in a while
you really should peek at me
down here.
I’m just a little shiver now,
no flinty danger.

I’ll take a short time slot.

Please?