Whiskey and poetry

You are needy they said

I am sorry for wanting to talk to you

I am sorry for being needy

I am sorry for getting emotional when I miss you

I am sorry for shedding tears whenever we say goodbye

You call me needy

You think I have all the time in the world

But does it ever occur to you that I make time for you?

Does it ever occur to you that I do need someone to talk to?

One day you will long for those conversations but have no one to listen

One day you will miss someone and have them ignore your calls

One day you will be the needy and clingy one

But that day I can promise that I won’t say you are all that because I know what it feels like

Sometimes all we need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens

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