Hit Delete

Erasing something completely is an ultimate rite
a final decision for incision to the heart
excising with a knife the familiarity
comfortable connections set loose and free
challenging one’s own identity
who and what, defines you or me?

Obtaining release
to cut to the chase
sounds easy
right?

Wrong.

How do you remove an entire history?
acknowledge what has passed by
and without any tearful eye
nor despondent sigh
decide to stride
forward
leaving behind
unwanted traits, thoughts, fading friends
broken toys and lists of intent
that were never meant
to be acted upon
half promises to placate

So… dearest John
or Jane
I feel your passing pain
as yet another number
on your Facebook wall
decides to fall
off the face of the earth
to join the dearth
of happy amigos you could link to

But I doubt it
you’ll frown at number 57
declined to 56
select your contacts list
briefly, distractedly scratch your head
before you return to play the latest send
of mindless zombie farmville
take another chill pill
take another pointless quiz thrill
my notice to quit receiving nil
attention

Simply a reflection
of a wider precedent
where my attempt to dent
your reality futilely
bounced
back
and short of an attack upon your happy numbed existence
I fail to see how our once strong connect could be
anything other than a fading memory

so, you see

This is a reboot
a stepping back
a deliberate attempt
to change tack

to stop playing a part
to stop playing

to start being
a real human being

no longer hiding behind
a Facebook façade
some character charade

This isn’t regress: this is ingress
new steps
a re-visioning, a cutting down
to re-owning
myself.