I found somebody’s diary
in the trash.

The last words
involved some guy
who’d been lying to her
all these years.

But, according
to an earlier entry,
they’d only met
three months previously.

Makes me think that
if there’s to be a relationship
in my future,
I’d better start lying now.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in Sin Fronteras, Dalhousie Review and Qwerty with work upcoming in Blueline, Willard and Maple and Red Coyote.