I threw my old mobile into the river.
Read Alina's poem made me think
Walked down specially in the dark
not dressed for the frost so cold
full of numbers that matter no more
flew so far and skipped as it span
goodbye old **** life
meant to do this weeks ago
took the battery out to save the planet
thought  now the time was right
so put the mobile out of sight
still got my pink mobile in my hand
deleted some numbers from it
so now everyone on it has one thing in common
I can look at their number and think
I love you