Control - Z

The darkness is broken by
the green screen staring down
as the fingers fumble in the dark.
yet another mistake.
The fingers reach unerringly for the solution.
Control - Z.
Life goes on.
Or does it.

Even as the fingers go on,
the mind stops and thinks,
the mind sees its life
- a barren landscape of errors.
All due to one.
Once it loved.
But kept it unspoken.

That undone will redo my life.

Strange thoughts colour the night.
The graffitti stained fingers
inadvardently type,
   "Love in 2, lives. Love in 1, kills".
The mind laughs and says
   "You can't kill me for i have ceased to live".
The fingers reply and the process repeats.
Every night.

The long dead love returns every night,
lingers around like an unwelcome guest.
The paper is pulled out. The words are put.

And the words lying dead on the paper,
      shiver in the night wind.

Can anyone see the poet's mind?

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