I found you at Walmart, just days after the tornado hit.
You were my first companion, when this was still a new town.
I'm sorry I ran over you when I first took my bike out exploring.
You were slightly damaged but recovered well.
You took a lot of abuse.
I guess it was just too much to handle anymore.
But why now? Why, I ask, did you have to die
When I had just filled you up with new minutes
and need you for important calls?
Though I'd rather not replace you, being on a fixed income
and saving everything I can for new furniture,
I know that I must.
You will not be forgotten.
Rest in pieces.