I watched you
hold it in your hands

I watched you
look at it with mild amusement

I watched you
caress it and smile

I watched you
kindly adore it

I watched you
play with it in enjoyment

And then I watched you stop

I watched you
crumple it and
toss it away
like a sheet of paper

I saw you
toss it over your
shoulder as you
walked away
with a five o'clock shadow
and a smile on
your stubbly face

However, I still feel it beating.

February 10, 2008
10:50 a.m.