The Lost Story

Today I bought a computer
And was using a nifty feature called dictation
To continue writing a short story

That I'd been working on for two days.
How efficient I thought
Watching the words unfold before my eyes

Without my fingers tapping the keypad.
All I had to do was think,
Move my lips when the sentences formed in my mind

And the computer would do the tedious task
Of stitching together the letters 
While checking the grammar and spelling.

In fact it was sometime while
I was marveling at the beauty
Of this new technology

And I hit save and found out
That a technical glitch on my Gmail account
Prevented the draft from saving.

And to my dismay
Not only did the draft not save
It was somehow deleted.

Every letter.
Every word.
Every sentence.

Goodbye to my short story.
I shall never see you again,
And I know this to be true

As I talk to my computer
Once again to do the tedious task
Of stitching the letters for this poem.

(c) 2012 by Vincent Lowry