whatever you do, don't touch that button

How quick and perilous is that little button that reads SEND
The roles reverse and rather than my commanding the computer to send
I am compelled against my better judgment (what place has that here?)
to click (so easy!) the small rounded rectangle (deceptively harmless!)
that mocks me with that awful four-letter word:
“Send!” it commands me and I obey and instantly those words propelled into cyberspace,
which spits back at me sugary naïveté and piquant anxiety turned bitter regret and acidic fear.
Where’s the undo button? but it’s gone and the shadow of shame grows with the passage of time
because I interpret silence as mocking and disdain (can I be blamed?)
and my precious silly dreams suffer one more puncture wound at the elusive hands of reality