Late Night Listener
Remember when I use to text you
Hours before dawn
When sleeping kids dream of beautifully painted pictures
Before the roaster croaks
Before when you held on to every word I type like it would be the last time you read it
Well I reminsce my love of the late night listener
I ramble on about life and my expectances
And you agree or throw in your two cents
But one night I stopped
I stopped telling you my thoughts because I wanted to become your late night listener
Sadly my inbox was empty
Your thoughts did not fill one line
My sent messages of questions invaded your mind
Was I asking too much?
Can a listener ever talk?
I let my listener go one nightBut he never came back.