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To Whom It May Concern :
My letter to No One,
Lest it be you,
For there is nothing you haven’t claimed,
So when I saw
My sanity
Slip
Slip
Slipping
Through the cobwebs
Of my romantic dreams
Lest the be dreary
I have no idea
Where
You
Begin
And my imagination begins
Were we real
Were we there
At that place at that time
Could it be that you don’t love me anymore.
Lest The Be Dreary
Lest they be dreary, I think. Short, concise writing this, a bona fide plus - I thought it was ging somewhere else, not breakup or losing a love. The ambiguity threw me. The last line was too out of step with the tone of the poem - I liked the poem emensely up intil the last line. You strayed from the "letter" motif and at the end (suggestion) could be the p.s. to keep the motif alive that died inside dreams and cobwebs - allets