I miss reading you
In the confused loops of your g's
When your mind is a complete mess,
In the sloppy tittle of your i's
When your thoughts are faster than words,
In the angry strokes of your t's
After one of our cute fights,
In the graceful curves of your c's
While writing a poem for me.

I miss the fragrance of your breath
On the surface of the paper.
And the force of your full stops
Marking the anticipation of a new sentence.
Now I just stare at the lifeless words
On a decrepit mobile screen.
And wonder if, maybe if
Handwritten words would have told me
More than that was intended.

- Indhumathi Nagarajan