I yearn for those late night, deep conversations.

The ones where you are so tired, honesty just slips off your tongue.

Do not bore me with babble about the weather,

I want to hear about your fears, interests, and desires.

Or remind me of all the great memories we had together.

I do not want the basic answers of the who’s and the what’s

Dig a little deeper, and give me the why’s and how much

I’ll roll my eyes, and stare at the clock

I refuse to entertain this type of chatter

After all, there is a reason its called small talk.