On Becoming Lost

Like losing the number
of a friend you thought
would be around forever.
Realizing that even
(especially)
technology has its limits.

There is the thought –
even the possibility
your most precious memories
long for escape
would at least enjoy
something resembling a vacation.
Have longed to enjoy
a life out on their own.
To be free
to have the option
of being remembered
or not
if they find themselves
in the mood.

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