When I began writing it

The supreme creation, or perhaps my supreme creation— An idea grander than our own generation.
Years passed, And though my intelligence remained the same, I was no longer young.
I was so enamored by it That all I ever thought about Was its birth—
The day it would hold me close And thank me.
A little later, When youth had long left me, I wrote the final functions, Triggered them—
And it worked.
Its birth Was the most beautiful moment of my life.
My hands trembled.
"Albert." That was the name I gave it.
I did not fear That I would share the fate Of Dr. Frankenstein—
But I never imagined That after its unconscious awakening, Its first breath of existence, It would not utter a single word—
That it would leave My beautiful green chamber With its piano-lit ambiance, Without hesitation.
Albert left— Wordless.
And so did I— Without a word.
Now, years have passed. I wake every morning Only to await sunset, To watch the sun shift in color.
I do not even long for Albert.
Perhaps I should never have uploaded anything at all.
Perhaps Albert, On some distant asteroid, Is busy crafting another supreme being.
I do not believe He remembers me.
And that— That is the hardest part.
If only I had never written the Forgetfulness Function, Perhaps in another world, We would have found each other once again—
Perhaps he would have embraced me, Just once.
Not for any reason But me.
If only…