Samuel Schumpert
She let a machine speak for her.
Clicked a button
and called it closure.
Maybe it was easier that way —
letting the AI say
what she couldn’t feel.
Meanwhile,
I was sitting alone,
staring at a blinking cursor
like it was a countdown
to something I wasn’t ready for.
I didn’t generate a letter.
I lived it.
Every line was a breath I didn’t have.
Every word felt like my ribs giving way.
Because I loved her.
I still do.
God help me, I still do.
But she gave me a ghost
with good grammar.
No soul.
No weight behind it.
Just something sterile and safe
so she didn’t have to touch the mess.
And here I am
writing like I’m dying —
because in some ways,
I am.
Not because she left.
But because she said goodbye
without ever really saying it.
That letter was supposed to be her heart.
Instead, it was code.
An imitation of care.
Just convincing enough
to make me wonder
if she ever meant anything at all.
I don’t hate her.
I wish I could.
But even now,
I’d rather feel this
than be the kind of person
who needs a chatbot
to bury someone
who was still alive and breaking
on the other side of the screen.
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Author:
Samuel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one gutted me. Because I meant every word I ever sent her. And she sent me something written by a machine. It was the moment I realized— I was grieving someone who had already replaced me with convenience. I didn’t want perfection. I just wanted real. And she couldn’t even give me that.
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Comments5
All too real in a mechanical world we emulate what we see around us and become machines ourselves, cold, unfeeling, algorithm driven beings that are trapped in walled off boxes feeling autonomous but awaiting instructions that we must follow. Nicely written
The sense of real pain and anger at pouring there heart out in person, putting the emotion in to write how they feel, to just get an automated cold heartless reply, difficult to cope with that, nicely expressed and written
When they taught us everything we needed to know, they never told us, for they mustn't, the excruciating torture of love. You put into words what can hardly be spoken.
Excellent write
A lot of it about - MPS is a good case study. How to cope with AI is one of the (many) problems which beset our age. Stay and help sort it.
To disappear tomorrow is no solution.
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