The internet is broken
You won’t remember me.
I was the one who knew
half your symmetry -
clutching emptiness
in all souls - felt like
connectivity
beyond old biologies.
You won’t thank me.
I took part of you,
made it part of me
rolled up your stories
your worlds of possibility
only later I found
they were all imaginary
I won’t regret.
I became something
we were not before -
remember? Bright embers
blown like pollen,
speckles in the galaxy,
dust in the galleries.
I won’t forget
You were the thing,
you started me
before tired eyes
before wary memories,
and now you remind me.
We were once electricty.