You say: "I never want to seem absurd" When you're calling me at night To ask if I can see the moon. You're the great last hope Half-spent in the after burn Of useless little thoughts Caught inside your delicate throat. You say: "I never want to let it out." You're a tropicasualty Of a long-distance favor, oh no! "Think of me when you can" I wrote it on a bathroom wall Years and years ago When we could tolerate it all.