Companion Lost.

Don’t it always seem to go

That you don’t know what you’ve got

Until it’s gone?

- Joni Mitchell –

I complained. I pointed out that it was close to obsolete, that it was a product that would’ve shamed anyone when compared to another. I’ve told everyone, on first mention of it, that it was a crappy, useless thing, and only something I stuck to for lack of another choice.

Now it is lost, and it seems to me now, as I glance back in reminiscence, that it was more than an instrument. It was a companion, a friend, a dutiful and unrelenting crony that has accompanied me through thick and thin.

Now it is lost, due to my carelessness. Perhaps picked up by someone, though its purpose would only last the duration of its battery; which can only be charged through its very own USB cable. Perhaps it lies somewhere between the grass and rocks, embracing rain like the entities of its surrounding, and sometime later the rain and dew and winds will mould it into something else entirely, serving a different purpose, or housing life, perhaps, if life is indeed as minute as I think it can be.

Now it is lost, and I could only lament, and thank it for what it has done for me. The golden frame, the shimmering clothes-clip attached to it; it will down in memory as a companion. A companion lost.

Farewell, my Mp3 player.

Sorry.