This Folder Is Empty (Poem)

This Folder Is Empty

This folder is empty
but the old mail piles up

subject and date and day
of the week assuming

a page of columns I forget
to flag while still looking

for your latest attachments.
Every message sent already

is received, and opened
maybe, read, perhaps

more recently deleted.
I know until I toss yours

to the basket and hit all
clear I can restore it

with a click, even make it
new again, move it anywhere

before you start new drafts,
even after my spam filters

you out, marking you once
more my contact hidden

somewhere among the saved
yet always on my calendar.

© 2013 Maureen E. Doallas