Missing You

staying up late
eating the largest amount of junk
laughing so hard
that we cant even talk
staying up late
living on the phone
with conversations
that make this feel like my home
staying up late
"she said what?!"
-instigating without the drama
but not letting it get to our head
but now...
now
i stay up late
staring out the window
looking at the moon
and hoping you are too
staying up late
worrying and
hoping
and wondering
when you're coming home.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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