Deletion syndrome

On October 13th I posted the following poem on my Facebook profile:

Websites he bookmarked: DELETE
Old photo's: DELETE
Facebook page: DELETE
Emails in Hotmail: DELETE
Mobile number: DELETE
His stuff in my house: DELETE
If only he could be so easily deleted out of my heart.

The first "like" came from my roommate. Jeeey someone likes my poem! I was euphoric. A comment followed from my best friend which I commented back on, but this comment made me suspect he meant something else. Then, two weeks ago I was at another good friend's place. A man who I was involved with a couple of years ago and still remain good friends, because he is a writer and he helps with writing and with life. He reads everything I write. Even the shitty drafts and scribblings to help me along with an idea or structure of the text. He even fixes my grammar! It would be needless to say that of course he also read this specific poem. And it is needless to say that he thought it was about him.

This triggered my mind to connect a few dots, so now, here comes the fun part and pay close attention:

My friend thought it was about my beloved one who died four years ago. My roommate thought it was about another roommate, where I was sexually involved with, who recently moved out of the flat. And my ex-lover slash editor thought it was about himself.

Now here comes the meaning of this poem which will clarify all and eliminate (DELETE) any other theories: This is a poem that is about me cleaning up my computer!!!

On October the 12th I was cleaning up my computer and my external hard disk. When I wanted to empty the recycle bin it said: "Are you sure you want to permanently delete all of these items?" The number of items was 5317(!). I was fascinated by the high number. Did I really had so much old junk on my computer? Apparently so, yes. And I still was not done. The second cleaning spree consisted of 780 items. Currenlty the recycle bin holds 635 items awaiting to be deleted.

I mostly threw out old photo's, music, documents and bookmarked websites. Then I started thinking what else can you delete? Or is it better to use the word "remove". No, it has to be delete because deleting is permanent, whether removing is just placing it to another side of the room, or store it in the basement. I also had the sentence "Dust in my house: DELETE". But that is just not possible, now is it! You can not delete dust, it will always come back. Like headaches. You can take an aspirin but eventually you suffer from headache again. If I had chosen the word "remove" I could've used it, though.

Then I started thinking what else can you delete? Your email inbox, contacts in your mobile phone, Facebook "friends" etc... And then I accidentally linked it to the relationship context. 90% of songs, poems and tales are always about love and all it's misery and heartaches.

In the end it is just how you interpret the stories and songs and how you put your own experience and feelings into them.

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