Thou dost live many thousand lives in one,
A collection of all things Mary me.
Contacts, numbers, pictures, texts, more history
Saved to the phone and not the sim card, all gone.
Dead you are and unable to revive,
Inaccessible even to the pros.
Tried and tired, attach here, plug in there
No life! No beat of the electric pulse.
What futile effort? Total frustration.
All is lost but the cost of renewal.
So, I know I’ve blogged about my phone before, and I could see where you might think I have a problem, but really, this is different. It’s one thing to forget it at home but know it will still be there when I return, filled with everything I need to survive.
It’s another to hold it in my hand–the dead, lifeless, flat-screened useless piece of discard.
It’s all gone.
I will have to upload, download, sign up, register, enter (remember!) passwords, etc…
If you care to be reconciled through my new phone, please TEXT ME (same number) YOUR NAME so I can add you to my contacts, on the sim card, not my phone.