• It happened, the inevitable
    Tragedy
    Torn from my hand and flung to the ground
    Gravity
    Your broken, cold form held in my palm
    Irony
    Only a day until you could rest
    Depravity
    In my pocket you are now useless
    Agony!
    Now no one can call me, not even
    Company
    Who knew disconnection could be so....
    Unhappy
    Farewell, dear cellphone, you served me well.