To the guy
who stole my phone,
you have robbed me
of a way to call home.
From the inside of
my pocket you took,
not just a phone
but a book
that will simply never be.
You stole from me
more than just
a piece of technology –
in the compartments of my phone
is a home
to so many stories, poems and prose
that will never see the light of day.
More than that,
you took from me
all my shared memories –
all the photos and chats
saved within that device,
all the late night conversations
which held a lot of wisdom and advice,
every song that helped me pull through,
they’re gone now
because of you.
It saddens me to know
that you, sir,
have stooped so low
as to steal a young girl’s phone
and the memories and dreams
kept in there too.
I am more heartbroken
for every part of me
that I’ve lost with that device
than I am for my stolen mobile phone.
Jynx Frostbyte 