I took a photo of you with my phone,
caught a particular moment,
but the photo fell into the binary abyss,
lost in the digital fray of ordinary days,
of smart phone functionality –
among megabits of data;
emails & txt messages;
facebook updates & twitter tweets;
among MP3 music; &
apps to access my bank accounts.
Months later while sitting in a doctor’s waiting room,
not wanting to watch daytime TV
or read old gossip magazines,
I swipe through my phone,
thumbing my way back through time,
and there you are,
in that moment,
and I wish I could remember
what I did
that made you smile
so much.
Published in Door=Jar Issue 9, Winter 2019
