Dear Diarist

All your letters, all these years,
It’s high time your diary
Answered something back.

It might be worth finding out
What your diary’s doing
Stuck there in your drawer.

It’s been thinking and thinking
How to get out of your life,
To lure someone else.

Molecule by molecule
It’s been loosening its lock.
It will fall open

One day, if only someone
Curious comes rummaging
And takes it away.