do you ever
mourn the stories you deleted
or the words you cast away?
do you ever
long for the worlds you created
and threw aside foolishly?
do you ever
miss the way you strung together sentences
before your world tilted?
do you want again
to read the paragraphs you once crafted?
do you regret emptying your recycle bin
until you had nothing left except
all the words you would write in the future?