O, Sweet Ellipses...

Three dots, so abused!

Why? Because you spring unbidden to 

The wrinkled fingers of nosy neighbours?

Because hack writers made your freckles

A semaphore for desperate souls

Left hanging off of weekly cliffs?

Your true worth lies in the passage of time,

The war against superfluous words,

The portent of some fevered typing 

(Born of anger? Or of love?). 

Your true worth lies in what is good

And not the evil that you do. 

I must believe this...