The summer heat is hotter these days,
When you all are gone to a far off place,
Your things remind me of your laughs and pranks,
Around the house in which you run and dance.
I talk to you, you talk to me,
Over the phone wires carrying your Hinglish,
That is all I get from you and there it ends,
No hugs, angry looks, mistakes or making amends.
I am trying to go back to my olds ways and times,
My friends, coffee, pizza, beer and cheap wine,
Long drives, fast food, not caring about dollars or d
