As they say. . .
A company recently contacted me
about my long-standing account;
We’re so sorry, Tammy!
Our mainframe crashed
and we've lost your history. . .
'We've lost your history. . .'
I thought about that
for a moment, but wasn't angry
Maybe some things need to be lost:
Grief. Bad choices. A virus.
Imagine the chance for a reset—
to lose all that history at once
with what brings happiness:
Family. Friends. Health.
Animals. Two jobs I really love;
though I feel one is a gift
A garden. Plants. Soil. Poetry.
Things that speak to my soul
help me process human aspects
of uncertainty and doubt
These are what we should keep
in the annals of our life
The rest, as they say, is history
or, perhaps just lost