Poetry · Writing

four o four

chances are

this is the last time i’ll see you;

face wiped away

like steam off a mirror

was never you

just me

alone,

this isn’t a goodbye

just a memory wipe

hardware error

when you speak

four o four

memory not found

had to start this way

fresh start

kind of

expatriation date is still the same

just a new shelf life

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