One by one they fall asleep,
While I am stuck in thoughts so deep.
The messages begin to slow,
As my phone loses its glow.

My friends slip off to their dreams,
To rest in peace, or so it seems.
Some bid me cheery good night,
Others still, just turn off the light.

Some leave with a winking face,
Others put little hearts in place.
A few actually call to say,
They had a nice time today.

But the best of them do not.
Just fall asleep, me in thought.
In return, they are on my mind,
As I lay awake, left behind.

They will rise with the sun,
And find a message, or more than one.
A continuation of the night before,
Or thoughts that I could hold no more.

They respond with their dream,
By now this is all routine.
With more of the night before,
Or with the words I so adore.

In turn, hours later, I awake.
Message waiting, prepared to make,
My morning instantly brighter,
And my sodden spirit so much lighter.

The best good nights don't occur,
Those the wishes I prefer.
They fall asleep with phone in hand,
Drifting off to Never Land.