“Missing a broken computer”

Once, my desk was graced by gentle glow—  
A chorus of fan-hum, a startup’s bright sigh,  
Keys that remembered each word I’d bestow,  
Their silent response beneath fingers gone by.  

A faithful companion, day into night,  
Together, we wandered through digital lanes:  
The whirring of thoughts in pale LED light,  
The logic and laughter, releases and strains.  

Now, I recall your soft, humming tune;  
A flicker, a freeze, then—blank as the moon.  
Plastic and wires, just gears in a shell,  
Yet memory lingers where circuitry fell.  

I miss your old desktop’s comforting sprawl,  
The icons arranged like old friends in the hall.  
A stubborn refusal to update, perhaps,  
Yet always a place for my wanderer’s maps.  

O faithful and fallible friend beyond boot,  
When will your screen warm my mornings anew?  
‘Til you return, or I gather your parts,  
You’re a ghost in my sockets, alive in my heart.

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