Changes

How can I tell you how it was
When you were there, but could not tell?
You did not know the constant buzz
Or how I'd turn and run pell-mell
To catch a bus to ride forever
Just to see you for an hour.
You did not take the late 4 ever
Or watch the midnight moon grow sour
Out by the curbside, lingering
Wishing to extend the time
Sitting alone and fingering
A phone, awaiting some new chime.
And yet you were, I can't forget
The other texter in that set.