‘Twas the night before 29, when all throughout the day,
Not a single mind was resting, or working away.
They day was planned with such great care,
In hopes that the Potato King would soon be there.

I was sitting at home, simply creating a plan,
While visions of our time together quickly began.
And my computer and I prepared ourselves for a night,
Filled with late night talking and texting, while you’re playing smite.

When over the phone there is a sudden commotion,
I jolted awake, and formulated a notion.
You must have fallen asleep amongst all our chatter,
And pressed a button to cause the silence to shatter.

Confusion overtook us, but then turned to laughter
As we discovered the source of the loud noise soon after.
When to my surprise we continued our mindless talk
Over trivial things, such as the annoying alarm clock.

Now we will talk! Now we will laugh! Now we stay up ‘til four.
Now we tell jokes! Now we tell puns! And we will never be bored.
No matter the time of the day I will call you mine,
As we laugh away, laugh away, laugh away our time.

I vent to you ‘bout bio while you vent to me,
About English, history, and Compsci, oh how much glee.
But no matter how much we complain to each other,
It is plainly clear that we were made for one another.

And then, in a great big sigh of exasperation,
We begin our talk about my graduation.
Our discussion goes towards possible destinations,
Where I could go and begin forming good relations.

As the night goes on we begin to tire,
And sleep is all we begin to desire.
Our speech goes beyond all comprehension,
As we drift off and can’t pay attention.

I look at the clock to see it’s nearly half past two,
When you decide to introduce something that’s brand new.
The game is simple, and doesn’t require much,
All that is needed is to as questions and such.

We continue to talk through the late hours of dawn,
Each being interrupted by our great loud yawns.
Another long period of silence soon begins,
As I expect the phone call to come to an end.

Yet again you surprise me, as you start to protest,
And I’m left wondering when you’ll shut up and rest.
You reply that you’ll rest after I go to sleep,
Making me wonder about this promise you’ll keep.

You spoke not a word, leaving me to wonder,
If sleep as finally taken you under.
I start to cal your name again and again,
Only to realize that sleep surely did win.

I soon find myself talking to empty space,
As you’ve fallen asleep in a quiet place.
I laugh to myself as I prepare to say,
Happy six months to you, and to you a good day.