night one

it's nights like these that make me

realize just how much i miss you. i

miss talking to you until one of us 

was brave enough to break the

conversation and whisper, "i'm

exhausted." that person was usually

me. i was always so bad at staying 

up late. especially if there was school 

the next day, but there was some part

of me that just couldn't resist 

conversing with you about the 

mysteries of the universe until

it was much too late for either 

of us to be awake on a school night.

it's nights like these when i can't do

anything but stare at my wall, wishing

i could whisper, "i'm exhausted," and 

be ushered into dreamland by your 

sweet voice telling me good night, 

and to sleep well.