Press Send

“Press send”

Never were more ill-fated words conjured.

What relationships destroyed

What tears shed.

What fates sealed.

What dreams ambushed.

What fathers denied.

What confidence jostled.

What hearts excavated.

What marriages laid waist.

What tender expression of unrequited love

Gone to junk.

What deals gone awry.

What mothers lied to.

There is no unsend,

only a few seconds grace,

Allow us to retreat from our erstwhile albeit innocent error.

Lord of Algorithms. Give us an unsend button.

Hear our prayers.

"Unsend"

Derek Earl Houghton

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