"Device"

My sweet, sweet phone, you will be forever missed,
Since the day I got you, I thought our relationship would persist.
But when I saw that one percent that you were on,
I panicked, but realized you were already gone.
Your last buzz, so quiet and somber,
I wonder where your soul has gone, likely way over yonder.
Goodbye my blessed device, you precious gift.
I lay crying by your side, eyes closed as I begin to drift.