My fingers tap
On vibrant screen aglow
And yet the romantic in me
Yearns for something written
Painstakingly with busy hands
That seldom have time to pause
I crave for the smell
of a folded letter
The creases telling many a tale
They tell me if you were in a hurry
Or you had time to smile
As it was swallowed by the envelope
Mentioning my name
Sometimes the letter would be the colour of love
They were simple letters
Simpler words
Yet many a nights
I slept
Holding them close to my heart
Now when I tap
On this strange screen
I watch impatiently
If you have even read
What I wrote
Looking for the elusive blue tick
Validating your presence
In my life
How shall I preserve
These moments so precious
Life doesn’t always have
A ready back up
And all I would miss then
Is holding these bits of me and you
Spelt on blank sheets of paper
And the wait for months on end
For just a few lines from you
That the war is over, love
And you are coming home
