Late Night Counsel

A trail of boredom
Across the state
Brings me to your door
Though the clock says too late.

A trail of laughter
Keeps me hanging on your words,
And we share jokes and stories,
Though I always dread my turns.

Finally, a trail of blood
Brings me to tears,
As you spill your burdened heart
From younger years.

A trail of sleepless nights
Keeps me praying like I never would,
Never really wanted to,
Till I saw it was this good.

A trail of thought gets me thinking.
Will I be over this too soon?
I ask the question to no one,
Except maybe bartender Moon.

He's the only one else
That's awake in my hour of need
Except for (I pray) you
Lying there, thinking of me.