“Last Wednesday, I stupidly dropped my iPhone in the bath, and my life has sort of spiraled almost out of control” Patrick Stewart

My Precious One

The utter horror
Oh the sorrow
For no where
My precious one
Can be found

Why me?
Why now?

I keep on looking
Searching, longing
Turning every stone
With my fingers to the bone

Oh wherefore art thou
My sacred cow?

Suddenly in the distance
I hear a familiar sound
I am utterly astound
And without resistance

Dare I hope and glee
To be united with thee?

My heart skipping a beat
Feeling the heat
I have found it
My precious fit

I am back in the zone
Cradling you gently
My one and only
Iphone