Maybe Mondegreen

midnight

I'm in a nonchalant state.

A lukewarm heart
beating in my chest,
as rhythmic thoughts
ramble through my mind.

But I know what I need.

I need a ling conversation with you
when the stars are out,
the sky is black,
and our souls
are as alive as they'll ever be.

I need to get out these words
of nothingness I feel
that means just about everything.

I need to talk about the stuff
that doesn't matter
so that when I feel something,
it will be freedom.

I need a late-night phone call
with your quiet voice on the other end
as I sit still on my bed
picturing if you were here,
and I stare out the open window,
the slow and warm breeze
sleeping through the screen.

And when I see those stars
and hear your voice,
nothing will matter
except those things.

With you
I need a late night conversation.

Maybe midnight.