Midnight Talk

Waiting in bed,
in the dark.
A second, a minute, an hour.
Until finally,
the light flicks on.
A shadow emerges.
He's ready to talk.
Give me advice on anything I need.
Life.
The future.
The past.
We've discussed them all.
Some, more than once.
Tonight's topic: Chemistry.
Not boy chemistry.
School chemistry.
The chemistry that destroyed my self-esteem.
I need these talks.
They keep me going.