No longer an uninvited visitor…
with the voyeurism of an inquisitor.
Enlisting the engines of obscurity,
satisfying nothing more, than bit-form curiosity.
With control, I alt-delete my recent history,
the continual refresh button of adultery.
Hiding from myself that I so, so cared.
I return home, clearing the screen of how he fared.
In his absence, he slowly scrolls out of view,
without needing to restart, I am able to renew.
Disappearing off the monitor of life, with a click,
with the apparent ease, of one dipping their wick.
Updates downloading of their own accord,
virus free, I log into the new and unexplored.
Replacing my old software with a new program,
seeing through the self-created hologram.