Oh, my dearest Apple iPhone
,
I’ve neglected you so!
Your cute little “ding ding” ringtone
Never again will I know.
Sure others might replace you
but, 3G, you were my first.
Because I’ve gone and lost you
I’m compelled to pen this verse.
I loved you through your simple flaws
Like slow syncs King of California buy and missing apps
Your scratches didn’t phase me
(although the service sure was crap).
We parted only hours ago,
Your fate last night I knew not.
I so wish I knew where I left you
Because I miss you a whole lot!
The way you fit snug in my palm
And responded to my taps,
Your chirpy soulful blues ringtone
That woke me gently from my naps,
My grocery lists The Bluetoes Christmas Elf film , my Netflix queue,
My voice memos
you stored,
My tech podcasts Patlabor: The Movie hd I’d listen to,
to keep from getting bored,
, BeeJive IM,
B/A banking Flash Gordon buy on the go,
Kayak, Flickup, UrbanSpoon Satans Little Helper film ,
YouTube I miss you so!
So many screenfuls of fun apps
All gone and now I’m stressed.
I just dont know where to go
Without my Google GPS Clownhouse divx !
A tipping point from joy to pain,
A thin line, I walk it,
Now that I must endure my day
Without Twitter in my pocket.
It’s 3PM and all day long
I’m in a fluttered state
Because I can’t pick up my iPhone to see
My friends’ Facebook updates.
Did Heather make her flight last night?
Do I have any more new friends?
Is Taylor over her swine flu?
Is Chris up to something weird again?
As I make my way back north today,
All around me, all I see
Are people loving their iPhones
-
Seems everyone but me
.
I could use that other phone I have buy Slipstream
That goes by the Blackberry name.
But as you iPhone readers know
It’s not even close to the same.
I called the places we’d been last night,
In my voice some hope did flicker,
“Have you seen my white 3G iPhone?
With a big Search Engine Land sticker?”
But no one has turned you over
And given you back to me.
No one has claimed to see you,
My own beloved 3G.
No one has answered my Craigslist ad
For my lost iPhone.
No one has called me back with news.
Your fate remains unknown.
So I mope around thinking of you,
Wincing at iPhone ads,
Trying to think of something else
but my heart is broke, I’m sad.
I simply can’t go out and buy another
Without proper grieving time.
To do so would be unthoughtful,
Dare I say a crime?
So with my heavy heart I’ll grieve
And resort to my laptop.
Maybe Sunday if I’m up to it
I’ll venture out to shop.
But know that iPhone Number Two
Just wont mean the same to me.
I’ll never forget you Number One
White Apple iPhone 3G.
xo, Laura.
