I found you drifting,
a file being swallowed by
the digital sea, currents
pulling you under
that broken surface,
ready to steal your soul from within,
and only a click or two
would grant your safety.

Your folder structured,
a signpost to a work erased for good,
for bad I took the mantle,
(never mine to posses),
but I have curated and collated,
and still you sit with me,
a warmth running through my ears
as the crescendo takes me further.