There was a girl I loved once
and she would send me night messages.
They would appear occasionally
on my phone
at midnight or two a.m.
sometimes as late as four.
They would say things like;
I don’t think Grover is on Sesame Street anymore
or I saw an owl in my yard
occasionally a question:
do you have a copy of Yeats or Thomas?
or whoever the hell she wanted to read.
It came to be that I looked forward to her messages.
I would wait in the dark, dozing not asleep
then the phone would ding
and the message would be there
like a lovers kiss and embrace.
When they stopped
the world stopped
the nights were longer and colder,
They never came again
I wait for them still.