DEFRAGMENTED

It’s funny how,

Feelings can get stored,

Hibernate, shrunk on defragmented disks,

To make room,

For new ones,

That float in the ether.

 

I caught one today,

Sitting on shocking pink flowers,

Waiting to be downloaded,

Into my head space,

And now, it’s stuck on repeat,

Singing,

 

Telling me stories,

I did not imagine before today.

I’ll let it sit bookmarked for a while,

Under beautiful,

Till my next reboot.

I hope, it’s not too soon.

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