You. Exactly how I knew you
is housed in digital conversations
with time stamps long lapsed,
is permanently lodged in the backlogs
of my mind that have gathered dust
but feel more Now than mindful meditation,
holds residency in e-folders dated pre-2013,
drifting in ever-towering cybermuck.
The you I once knew
is a Polaroid photograph
tucked away in a jet-black envelope,
given wings, hovering through an endless,
starless midnight sky.
Eva PoeteX – © 2016