I spent so much time revisiting the past
while failing to realize life is fast.

By dwelling in regret and sadness
I was blocking my appreciation of gladness.

The world is like my golden retriever
derpy and in life's wonders, a believer.

Each throw of the ball a new chance
every walk a sniffing smelling dance.

My brain and heart need to reboot
to be in the now and make the then moot.

Each new joy you appreciate
can make your sadness depreciate.

Looking back at pictures of us
I realize I can only read one.

The smiles and trust are etched so deep
The love felt real and created wonders.

Oh and how I wish I could tell him
To shield himself a little bit.

But maybe the past is untouchable
To keep those feelings pure.

And when I gaze upon my children
I know that love was always there.

But ****** Facebook, oh why
must you replay those faces?

I know I can turn off that notice
but oh it's nice to re-read such fiction.

I talk to Alexa politely
And say thank you.

I am sorry for cursing the GPS
but you have gotten much better.

i have never smashed a computer
only the keyboard.

I have tried patiently to explain
a door cannot be a jar.

I worried for you during Y2K
And always updated your software

Please remember that I wrote this
before you were all knowing and sentient

I realized that my out of office was on
for far too long a time.

I could not deal with the growing dread
of seeing what we had become.

A ring, some things like all the others had
an outward symbol would show my love.

My taste was bad, my gifts not your style
order fulfillment was my role.

my trips were pleasantly ordered marches
that you would observe but only semi-enjoy

and so I put a simple response to you
that over years was never noted.

instead we smugly assumed that each of us
was occupying the higher ground.

I was to chase and flatter and spoil
the one who preferred my out of office.

where I had hoped for some sign
that she missed and wanted the real me.

And now our accounts are closed
and I am going to be careful...

about my out of office

Even though you are running
I cannot try to catch you.

You're cold as ice
but that's what I want.

When the electricity is gone
Everything spoils.

Your light goes off
as the door is closed (I think).

I need to gather wide
to keep you full.

Messages stick to you
with memories and reminders.

Funny how we can find meaning
from things not meant to be.

Did you find some of you
in words about an appliance?

The blame game has a name:
While rooted in a claim of shame
and a desire to defame
it leaves you lame
as you aim to maim.
it's very difficult to tame,
The name is ego.