I don't know
If you care
If you read
Or what it means
To you…
Because hundreds
Read and never
Say a word…
So I post my quotes
So I write my poem
So I draw my doodles
And I have no idea
What it means
To you,
Because you never
Tell me…
Out there in
The digital
Dark.
Most days I sit
In a chair
Or stool
At the bar
And write these
Poems
And draw what
Comes
And post
The things
That speak to me
Because I have
No idea
That it matters
To you.
I guess if I
Can't make anyone
Happy
I should at least
Make myself
Happy,
Because I can
Only please
One person at a time
And I am the only
One,
Who has to
Live my life,
And I have no idea
What my life
Means to you.
Does my blogging
Matter?
Do my quotes
Matter?
Or my drawings?
Or this poem?
Does any of it
Matter?
To you?
I don't know
What it means
To you
Out there
In the digital
Dark,
Or in the halls
Across
Time and space…
All I know
Is what it means
To me.
And I don't have
The time
Or energy
To guess
What it means
To you,
Unless
You tell me.
