do you reminisce
about nights missing
spent worrying
about nothing you can control
does it get to you
late night phone calls
to robots who whistle
to leave your voice
stretching in the kitchen
checking the clock
for stars in your window
shining over you
turning all the lights on
alone in a big house
the ambience to feel
like a friendly presence
when midnight strikes
the lights go out
the door is locked
travel away from it
just like they are
somewhere else
another round
till the morning
wake up, move on