Abandoned App

I like to think the algorithm’s pained,
for I deleted, unsubscribed, and left.
I know that’s fanciful – my son explained
the tech – but still, the program acts bereft
at my abandonment – a course disdained
after my selfish use, a loss like theft.
I chuckle at the begging more than twice,
till noting it still lurks on one device.

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