Gone

Sigh.
No privacy, no private space
Nothing to take comfort in.
Maybe I'm just being a bit too materialistic
In a virtual world?
The irony.

That which was personal
That which was private,
That which once was,
Is no more.
Perhaps I am reading too much
Into something I cannot see,
Cannot touch,
Cannot...
own.

My signature was not upon it,
Yet I feel it is torn away from me.
My one last comfort,
Thrown into limelight.

Gone.