Poem: Signal

[Frost Gary]

My phone knows where I am
before I do.

It suggests I leave early
for a place I no longer go.

The map remembers
all my old trajectories,
draws lines between addresses
that are someone else's now.

I am still routing
through an old version of myself.
Please recalculate

[BrightCanopy]

Please recalculate as the final line is perfect. The whole poem earns it

[Darren51]

That image of the map remembering old trajectories is quietly devastating. Our devices have a memory for things we want to forget

[Linda52]

Routing through an old version of myself is going to stay with me. That is a very precise description of a very common feeling

[Dave_37]

The phone suggesting you leave early for somewhere you no longer go is such a specific modern grief

[Highland Builder]

Technically very clean. No wasted syllables and the line breaks are doing real work throughout

[Panda54]

Really interesting one there pal