An Ode to my Cell Phone

Oh, how I miss you, my pretty pink phone,
Without you by my side I'm so very alone.
I never intended for you to get hurt when you were in the back pocket
Of my very small skirt.
It took me a minute to know you were gone
When I emerged from the taxi and it was past dawn.
No alarm clock, no stopwatch, no texting, no calls.
No one to talk with, I'm climbing the walls.
A week without contact can make one go crazy;
Or, even worse - antisocial and lazy.
Now I've paid to replace you and it wasn't so cheap
And I'll pray to the cell phone gods that this one I'll keep.
My new phone has GPS, it's fancy, it's black -
But I'll always long my first pink phone back!

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In a drunken fit last weekend, I got so caught up in trying to distinguish "turn right" from "turn left" in a taxi that I was not aware that I left my phone in the backseat when I got out. Or at least I think that's what happened. In any case, it was a devastating experience and I thought I would try my hand at poetry as a medium of expressing my feelings about the loss of dear Motorola. I'm not very good.