You were the second version of an esteemed predecessor
who had set the tone as best it could
gave me life when I was dormant
gave me hope when I was lonely
but couldn’t survive a furious throw—cracked the head
I used to despise your existence—still do
hated your hold on me when I held you
neglected you for reasons I never followed through on
always coming back to you, ending up with you
cursing you out, your being, your automated response
Your temperamental was incomparable
swear to god I could have ended you
acting on impulse, leaving home unannounced
trying to return you to safety
but you never listened
How does it feel to have a body with no brain
a hard drive lobotomy, looking for a new chief;
it’s all over McMurphy—this isn’t a game
your authenticity and intentions
are applauded no more
I had a name for you at one point
now you’re just a higher number
don’t protest the math adds up
your programmed obsoleteness
was laid out for you before you made a difference
Nowadays, they don’t let me keep my artifacts
the scrapbooks you made me, places you directed me
people you introduced me to, networks you aligned
even when you’re gone, they take me away from you
monetary gain, infomercial incentives, a price tag memory
Unlike my lack of faith I believe I’ll see you
reincarnated in an altered form
revisiting my touch in sleek styled fashion
responsive to a different language that I need to relearn
accelerated dialogue equals instant communication
You take care of yourself, ok?
muffled talk and all like you couldn’t hear yourself speak
a capacity to offer more than was ever fully there
a replacement
but nevertheless, moments in time and a piece of my history