Once Ago

You crept in with
salt wind breath, sails
full-bosomed, heralded
by every harbour rat,
the creak of spars along
the horizon’s proclivity
and remembrances of
your smile, touch’s taste
a long, sweet finish
in my memory.

Today, you were  preceded
by an electronic burp,
five thousand clicking bytes,
a warning from the spam filter
that you might very well be
infectious, worm-ridden,
your very purpose poison to
the realm of memory,
your smile blinking, ‘you have
mail, you have mail’.