I think and introduction for this poem will kind of lessen its impact since it's one of my most straightforward in meaning. All I'll say is this poem is inspired by all those times you think about things that keep you up in the middle of the night. Conversation by Caleb Myers Correction; a time I'll never see My mind thought. As if interrupting a conversation It never had But it was the spark reigniting the dreams of a restless lover lacking romance It was the fuel propelling the cynic's delight in hope, or fate And it was the curse. A recurring dialogue without inspiration or end. Bittersweet and demure.