it lays quiet
silver slightly tarnished from years of use
but the apple still bright white
it lays quiet
sleeping now but awaiting me
to open it up
log in
and bring it to life
it is not just my mac pro
it is my friend
in a strange kind of way
my most intimate friend
within the 0s and 1s
of mac's memory
lay my deepest fears
my best kept secrets
my hopes and dreams
we have laughed together
cried together
sat in lengthened silence
mac is not of my creation
but
it helps me create
my friend
mac
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barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
