Poem:

As the world shifts to something simple 

Something sleek, 

something empty and minimalist

 

I hope he values intricacies 

And learns the complexities that make my heart beat

 

I hope he prefers to speak

Rather than read my words

Stripped of flavours

Confirmed with the shallow blink of 

Two blue ticks

 

I hope he loves Poetry

And thrives on words whispered but

never said when he plays with irony. 

 

I hear Music 

Not auto tuned or mass produced 

His rough strong hands prefer to scribble when he writes

When I can read his personality in calligraphy not font type. 

 

I want Love Letters not tweets

Spoke humor not memes. 

 

As the world shifts to something empty

Something faux, something empty 

something cold

I hope I get to meet a raspy modern man

With a gentle old soul. 

i.am.huwa