I don’t even like him but that’s no excuse to stay mute.
I’ll fantasize good conversations together instead.
Reality often can pale and leave ears destitute,
so I will continue our dialogue inside my head.
For that’s where he asks me the questions about my repute,
when I can describe where my private experience led.
So thank you but no, I do not want a dinner with him.
I’ll bide where I’m living and talk to myself till I’m dim.