The fingers flew across the keypards
(misspelt words and all):
texts flying across the ether,
To each other,
In a swelter of emotion
between us two
(for love, for understanding, to be understood, to share)…
An orgy of texting (1256 to be precise).
Indeed a love to remember,
Now commemorated by the death of my phone:
it’s destiny fulfilled, it’s frail memory/hardwired body unable to cope with our onslaught.
Perhaps it’s happy now – having united 2 lovers together
A happy place for it to think on, in it’s last days.
R.I.P, dear phone – let your epitaph proudly read:
I brought them love.
– © Chitrali, May 2011
Once upon a time: my mobile turned into the ‘weapon of heart instruction’….:):)…
based on ‘real life’ events – but obviously taken ‘artistic’ license..
thanks for reading..