nostalgia used to be so easy –
you miss those years when passwords were just hinged on a convenient story:
your date of birth? yes, cool, don’t worry
sign in sign out sign in
congratulations, security!
enter an era where
you prioritize safety over identity
seasons flower and flourish though,
hold on, wait
reset is a luxury, you of little faith!
remembering regrets of everything late
go on, you can do it, go, yes, create!
now your password
is the day you stored perennially hidden inside –
the day you were left behind;
the day you were deleted
from your beloved’s mind;
you are forgettable! – is the
discovery you daily find
your soul cannot be spammed
if your existence is utterly blind
Inability to recover wrecked data
became your last version of being kind