Delete and Forget
I appear to be at a loss for words.
Fingertip tap, a couple keys
here and there, delete.
I should have written
a novel, or nothing, to tell you.
I have never been adept at splitting
differences. These fitful paragraphs,
dribblings of ink between more pressing
matters, these are what I have. And of course
they’re for me, not you. Something
to pass the time, a way of organizing
the unimportant. The irretrievable.
I keep forgetting to forget you.