It's strange: a dozen years ago or so
Not even half my lifetime now away
To have her travel would not be a blow
For with her far from me should she still stay
The difference would have been very small.
But now, because of new technology
Which far exceeds a simple landline call
I find myself in strange difficulty
Because she's left reception and the net
Neither of which she would have had before.
How quickly we can, all of us, forget
That once this was the norm and none had more.
But since it is not now, now I am sad
To lose a presence I by magic had.
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