Dear Diary
Dear Diary
You don't exist, of course,
so I can speak as I like.
I must admit I rather like that,
since no one cares,
and I have some freedom here.
The aim is not to offend anyone
of course; I'm not a sadist.
But neither do I mind
seeing one cross his arms
and listen grudgingly.
I'm stubborn enough to plunge on.
Sure, respond when you like.
I love dialogue.
So there you have it;
a celebration of something
that isn't there.
Then I think of it appearing
--or disappearing.
And either way,
like death.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2015
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