Into The Ether

Where are my words?
My considered responses,
And the little pieces of wisdom I try to impart?
In a single glitch they’re sucked up into the ether
Before I can post them.

Will they be like love letters long forgotten,
Sitting in an old shoebox
At the back of a cupboard?
Found after years pass?

If these words appear again on my screen
Will I remember them fondly or
Smile at hidden meanings
Between the lines?

Will I cringe at their naïve enthusiasm
Or their humourless crassness
And hit the delete key
Putting them to rest forever?

Is there some great omnipotent being
Writing me as I write this?
Am I about to be glitched
Into the ether myself?

If I disappear,
Don’t mourn me.
Just wonder where I might be.