Funeral of a Hard-Drive, Never Backed Up

May God rest the soul of my hard drive,
a chunk of tempered metal, veins of copper
and sunset gold
rippling and writhing
with letters and commas and misplaced semicolons,
and that photo he took of me with my mouth full of cake.
Superfluous "winks and parentheses" and "less than threes"
And that novel I never finished, set aside
for a semester of finals weeks.
Bookmarks tabs lost forever in a crash of blue screen of '14.