there was a time
i could rattle off
a series of numbers
that connected me to you.
they where locked in my head
exercised by repetition.
no matter where i went
i could pick up a receiver
and touch your voice with my ear.
my words would jump around
and land on your plate to consume.
times have changed
and i've become lazy
reliant on technology
erasing information from my own super computer.
now i type the first two letters of your name
into a phone smarter than its predecessors
and you pop up
ready to receive my decibels.
if i were to lose this handheld
i would be lost
fall back on technology other than my own
with an email begging for your math.
i've tried to get back
into the art of memorizing digits
but i slip back into the comfort of ones and zeros.
