To Just Listen

I "waste" my time to hear your voice
Only to receive a phone call wishing me goodnight
A needle to the heart every time
Why do I allow the disappointment
Does it ever seem to hurt enough to beg for difference
Is what my heart will ask

And if it were I, as it has been many times
I could never muster up the strength to let you go
Or to shun you away because of my exhaustion
Rather, I will wake up late into the night
Or early before the sun kissed the folage on the tree
To just listen