I wish I could delete you
Like a file in my heart drive
Stop mourning a future
That was never implied
I wish I had an icon
On my forehead’s third eye
Button press, trashcan, erase you
Like tears never before again cried
I wish memories and mindsets
had no recycle bin
Where done just meant over
Until we begin again
I wish this digital lifestyle
Could at least help satisfy
The lost feeling of crumpled photographs
That once accompanied goodbye
Mah Butt Itches 
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