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.