Archive

I reach for the screen,
but everything feels distant
the feelings, the fragments
I once refused to delete,
now drift beyond my grasp.

Here I stand,
still as stone,
the one who used to laugh,
used to feel.
Now I visit those memories
like a ghost.

Did I archive too much?
Did I save the pain
just to remember
what once felt real?

There’s no rewind,
only reflection.
Only me,
remembering
what I once couldn’t let go,
now forever out of reach.