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.