Eulogy for Theodore

Hopefully you are in loving hands; no chop shop for you.
Not hacked to pieces.
Lovingly wiped down each day,
Your shiny screen.
The sweet blips
When you have messages
Permeating a dark room.

Hopefully you remind your new owner
By the patina of your body
That someone owned you once, loved you once.
That you are his by virtue of carelessness.