They sneak in like old friends at a party—
a blurry selfie from last summer,
your laugh frozen mid-breath,
the timestamp screaming “two months ago.”
Swipe left: a coffee stain on the table,
your thumbprint still ghosting the edge.
Swipe right: that song we loved,
now it’s just nostalgia with a beat.
The algorithm knows me better than I do—
keeps serving up ghosts in high-def,
like I asked for a rerun of every “what if.”
I delete one.
Then another.
But the phone remembers anyway—
a quiet archive of us,
waiting for the next time I’m lonely
and too tired to scroll past.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Digital photos I have lost too many and to keep them in a cloud is a cost that never was there when they were on paper. A most engaging write
Technology is not always good for me!!
Me neither
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