Paranoid, Not Android

My first Android is the one phone 

I associate with a bleak winter

Back when the Wifi ran at 4G speeds 

And Stephen Hawking was alive 

I'd just discovered Sandman

I'd just read Maugham

I'd laughed and cried tears of joy

At a POTF concert 

And yet what difference the years have made 

Now I am three inches taller

I've been using my current Android for over a year

It's OS is a biscuit too

Go figure, don't look at me 

I do not know 

It is still winter 

Still a cold night at the start of December

And I still remember the way you looked that night

When we had a little too much to drink

And pulled the rug out from under our feet 

iOS doesn't appeal to me 

Too cold, too frigid 

Android phones are here to stay it seems 

How I wish you had stayed too

This poem probably makes no sense to you

Because you have forgotten me 

But I still have the photos I'd taken with my first Android 

Tucked away somewhere 

Just not here

Here's to us and here's to Android phones 

Matches made in heaven are rare to find 

I wonder if you're still like me 

And I wonder if the Memories feature on Facebook

Makes you think of me 

Anyway, it's cold

I'm tired and I just want you to know 

I've buried the ghost of my first Android 

And just as you don't belong to me

I have come to realize 

I was never yours anyway

And neither was that piece of shit phone 

The Bilge Master