a fiery blaze ignites inside me
i don’t talk to my father so i talk to my diary
you say the phone is a two-way line
i’d call your phone if you ever called mine

times moves on till our memories flee
our distant past drifts away slowly
it seems futures together, will never align
though in my heart, i’d hoped you were in mine

i trace the outlines of the dreams we once shared,
in...