Sonnet XVI

14 March 2013

Sonnet XVI

 

My Nook is empty, waiting patiently,

I suspect it knows what I’ve been up to.

Writing, it understands, is what I do,

but that does not lessen its jealousy.

It wants to be treated more uniquely,

not as if it were always Number Two.

We were inseparable when it was new,

giving so much of my time so freely.

It is taken for granted, now it feels,

we barely communicate anymore,

it glares at my laptop with jealous rage,

with hatred it doesn’t try to conceal.

"You’ve changed," it says, "and I won’t be ignored!"

"This had better be just a passing phase."