Five dead friends
still live on my phone.
Their faces appear
when Google remembers,
when Facebook reminds.
Smiling.
Drinking.
Dancing.
But how?
They’re in the ground.
And I am on the ground.
They’re in the sky.
And I’m under the sky.
My phone suggests
I invite them to a party,
send a birthday wish.
And I freeze.
Confused.
I don’t understand
how it happened—
just now: everything.
Then suddenly: nothing.
Just like that.
Like this.
The clock keeps ticking.
Just like this.
Just like that.
Unfriend?
Delete?
I can’t.
I won’t.
Impossible.
Unthinkable.
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