every tear you shed sparks a fire in my chest,

the gap between us, an uninvited guest,

the flames lick at my heart, burning,

at the pit of my stomach, a lonely yearning,

we never talk in public, yet text all night,

you know my each and every plight,

when the waterfalls gush from your eyes,

i do admit, a part of me dies,

i feel anger, hot and red,

i feel sadness, a numb sensation in my head,

i want to talk to you again,

like we did back then,

when video calls were our normal,

and the conversations we had in public were much less formal,

but still our texts they stay the same,

but the fire in my body knows

this is not a game.