This morning your fingers were busy
withholding a slice of your life from the world;
your fingers shaped a new existence
with quiet persistence
as you whittled away the many bytes into a few.
When you were done with your rebirth
you gently beckoned me to see
how quickly a life's history
can change and be fashioned anew.
No regrets, you said, no remorse
no sorrow and no recourse
but only to march on ahead
to forge fresh memories
and open uncharted pathways instead.
Now we will live with the promise of new histories
expansive and unfolding like exquisite mysteries--
we will remake and create
who we are,
how we live,
what to give
of ourselves to each other,
when to reject reality
and embrace our imaginations
because we are no longer contained
by that which we have let go
for our present will soon be our past
and our future a landscape breathtaking and vast.