Lamentation for lost cell phone

without you I am weightless, free
tied to nothing
unbound from satellites
unable to collect voices shot into the atmosphere

there shall be no drunk dials to old lovers
no last minute carnival invitations
no coffeshop photography of ashtrays and stray cats
and what the fuck am I going to do if I have a mood swing?

my tempo unfurling
restful wandering
composing text message after text message
unsent