Sometimes I read your obituary
To remember where I came from
According to Google,
It’s the only piece left of you.
Sometimes I read message boards
And find the comments you left
From years past
Your memorable usernames,
Your use of all CAPS,
Your strange humor.
Sometimes I find profiles
Of people who share your name
And wonder if there’s a little
of you
in them
somewhere.
Sometimes I think
That if I search long and deep enough I’ll find you there
Floating and waiting, your picture next to an “add” button
And I’ll finally know
where you’ve been all this time.
Modern Poets Magazine 