Who Am I?

I may as well be a fragment of your imagination,
a mere representation of all things ephemeral.
I am your childhood,
I am in the darkness,
waiting to be noticed by you.
Without you, I am flimsy.
I am invisible.
Without you, I am nonexistent.
Yet, you neglect me.

I am neither clever nor wise.
I am lurking in the shadows.
I can be quite tedious.
Using only words to summon your regard.
Undivided.
Unadulterated.
When you are loveless and afraid,
I am there.
Flickering, somewhat fading,
but never missing.

Devoid eyes and quivering grip.
Always the first one to feel but,
the last one to heal.
I am with you.
Never will I undermine you,
nor abandon you.
I am you.