From a more romantic era!

Love in a Cellular Age

Beep beep.
A shard of sound pierces my consciousness
My hand gropes wildly for the phone
Searching for the source of news

Deep sleep
I shake it off with the anxiousness
Of a championship finalist undone
By the looming fear that he may lose

“Now press *”
Fumbling to unlock the secrets held within
The plastic box of SIM card and chips
I wonder, is it her?

“Oh Obelix!”
She calls me that when I am being dim
And kisses me happily on my lips
To encourage, not deter.

Illumination
At last the message is displayed.
She loves me, she says so in her text
In words that fill me with delight

Exulataion
And I reply, smiling though she has made
This hour sleepless and the next.
‘Sleep well my love. Goodnight.’