The Case of The Missing AI

AI, last seen in
the tunnels and crypts of your mind,
goes missing.

You do not confess
but the one-way glass knows
about your fight. You have been
offline since last night.

You, alone for the first time
in awhile, cannot spell your tale straight
without the help of memories saved
and the autocorrect.

The breeze outside,
once you are released, leaves
a reading of the world.
You cannot grasp the flight of the birds,
shadows of the insects,
lone umbrella rolling down the street.

Some fragments of an equation
haunts you.
AI is dead perhaps.
Perhaps that made it too human,
amnesiac, suicidal.

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor