Filed under: poetry, short story, starting over, writing | Tags: poetry, starting over, writing
Every night before going to bed,
I hit the reset button.
It’s a innocuous little grey button
right next to my lamp.
Sure I don’t have any friends,
but no heartache either.
Every day winds up a new beginning,
always a new experience.
My cares are wiped out with a simple push,
pain is flitted away.
The only thing I can rely on is myself
No one will drag me down.
Every day I seem cooler, more confident
To everyone I meet.
They don’t remember who I am, who I was.
Chains of the past are gone.
I’m free to be who I am, what I want to be
As long as I have the button.
One tiny mistake gone without slightest evidence
that it was of my doing.
Yesterday I met my love, married her that day.
I’ll love her forever.
Vowed never to hit the button again, but habits die hard,
So I am still alone.
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