It sometimes strikes me as strange
Than in my hard drive
In zeros and ones
In digital form
–
I have the likeness and movements
Of people and places
Than no longer exist
–
Strange that in that form
Of mere zeros and ones
They are reproduced
Though not for real
–
For my eyes to see
My tears to fall
And my heart to ache
–
Real to my eyes
As they once were
But merely a facsimile
Of what once was
Of who once was
–
Now but mere memories
Encoded
In zeros and ones
