It seemed strange
To me
That she paid someone
To talk to
About me.
Well
That wasn’t the
Main reason
She paid
But still
I came up
Regularly.
I knew this
Because
She told me so.
Although
I never really
Understood why.
I don’t think
It would be
Self-absorbed
Of me
To assume that
Others
Had done the same.
It bent my mind
To think
Right now
Someone might be
Playing back
The things I said
(The things you said,
For all you know)
To a stranger
With a pad.
No right of
Reply
Just an advocate
Of the devil
Sitting across
The room
If I,
If you,
Are lucky.
It didn’t bother me
Really
It was just
Another of those
Peculiarities
Absurdities
One of those
Things
That seem so
Normal
Seem so
Sane
Until abstracted
Held up
To the light
Deprived
Of context
Studied
For what
They truly were.
All that money
All that time
Spent
Talking
To someone
About something
As pointless
As thoughtless
As meaningless
As me.