I found you

sitting
in a folder
in my hard drive

external
seldom visited

and there you were
a small still ghost in my technology

sitting

still

waiting


And here it comes again.
drenching
wrenching
missing


:
A little (?) black hole in my machine.
absorbed, absorbing

that peculiar separateness,
caught up in the business of dying.
transfixed


But how should I know, I didn't ask you

I was transfixed
busy
caught helpless in the business of losing you

I fixed you there and it breaks my heart
all over again