Eulogy to an old phone number

I sent a text to an old friend - well, an old phone, numbers that used to be so familiar to me - that probably no longer existed by a decade .. That phone was a good place for my kindler words to go to die. I'm sure they always landed softly. From before blinking green lights on their phones were everyone's thing, that phone has sent me long ago a thousand green winks. Sleep well, a fallen soldier. You were a dear.