I woke up to a volley of calls,
Messages and feeds,
Wishing me the happiest birthday,
With all the love and benediction
Yet I longed for a handmade card.
I felt loved by all he did for me,
The online shopping spree,
His long expression of love on my social media
Spiced up with photos from the old days
Yet on the anniversary I longed for a handwritten love letter.
The girlfriends called, after the breakup
Empathizing with me,
Their scathing tirades for him
And tips to reduce my puffy eyes
Yet I longed for a good old shoulder to cry upon.
The letter came in by the mail,
Declaring my promotion,
Colleagues tweeted congratulations,
Even my fastidious boss did.
Yet I longed for that motherly pat on the back.
These mechanized words,
Electric and uniform
Fulfilling yet hollow.
Easy and accessible
Yet I longed for a irregular yet warm squiggle.