In Requiem: My iPhone

I slept with you.

When it was dark, I turned to you to show the way.

My fingers itched for you when I couldn’t find you.

I counted on you to wake me up.

I documented my life with you.

I read books on you, let you guide me when I was lost, chose where to eat because of you.  And yet…

You left me.  You took a suicidal dive, and now you are gone.

Now I have the stars in my pocket.  I never would have left you if your new camera wasn’t crap.  But now that I have, I miss iTunes, like I miss a kick in the head.  And even though I have moved on, it makes me feel better to know that I can always return to you.

RIP iPhoniePants.  RIP.

~Amanda

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