In box ghosts
In god we trust
Picture from forgotten toasts
Friendships cyclical, boom or bust
One, two, three, four
Boldface type between the junk
Plaintive missives to ignore
Memories stored within a trunk
Friends arrayed 'neath a tree
Once upon a summer's eve
Kept in touch with none of thee
With a pen we took our leave
Scattered comments, wish you were
Scattered ashes, dust to dust
Given a choice of you or her
Follow always wanderlust
Blinking cursor, monochrome screen
One truck passes on the street
Slowly passing fields of green
A moment's thought, then press delete.