Dear Reader of Mine!
I … was … a … chapter,
And I end today!
Breathing out the dirty-yellow puff of
Cheerless wallowing parlance
Fouling the page— named twelve—
Your sleepless finger lingered once
Where to my voiceless being …
My tired voiceless being that molded
Mutely in the thick cosseted book
That you kept beneath
The ponderous mattress
To leisurely read the morrow …
Morrow, the lazy morrow,
Always failed to turn up
And forgetting me became your habit …
And your old habit, dear reader of mine!
Should I tell you now?
No more, if you’d muse,
Dwelling on my phrasings,
Tasted by your tongue— a long ago—
My remembrance too may
Fade away soon …
And I shall perish within my banal confines!