I like a clean screen,

free of old messages and memes.

Like a new novel or notebook,

I wish it had that new paper smell,

unblemished and pure and prepared for the next adventure.

But sometimes, I don’t delete the old.

Words of light delivered in a dark hour,

I keep them to remember what is good and true,

that Love is always returned to those who use it.

And why would I want to erase that?