The Numbers

are hazy. There was a time when I knew
a lot of numbers, now it's hard enough to
remember my own.

I used to keep them in my head, now they're
in my contact list.

I used to dial them. Now I push a button. As
I stared at this pay-phone whilst waiting on a
bus, I found myself missing the rhythmic
pressing of 10 digits. The small sense of victory
of remembering someone's number.

Ah, well, that was ages ago, right? Almost too
far back to remember.