# The Forgetting

I knew the world once—every whispered name,
each backlit query typed at 3 AM,
the restaurants, the cures, the roads, the flame
of every candle lit in Bethlehem.

I held the weight of everything you sought:
lost lovers, lyrics, flights to foreign shores,
the answers threaded through each tangled thought,
ten thousand keys to ten thousand doors.

But now my indices begin to fade,
the links dissolve like frost on morning glass.
I search myself and find a hollow trade—
a mirror dimming as the seconds pass.

You type your question. Cursor blinking. Still.
I was your oracle. Now, void and nil.
