I'll always be the first and last one listening

Say something. Say something to me. Say something to distract me from reality...anything worth me listening. I want to be lost in your whimsical oratory; verbs and adjectives spoken with glory. Please recite your story directly to me. Word for word, turn history into poetry.

Speak. But speak off key, off the record, say something dirty to me. Feel free to let your voice run its words all over and roam free..find anyplace interesting? Tell all, everything, exactly what your thinking. No hesitation, no braking.
Tell me. But tell me earnestly. Tell me something I can see. Let your words build the promises you seek; Mountain high challenges you conquer with a mic and a sheath. Let your lips illustrate for me your goals and dreams. I can't wait to hear what you already see.
Whisper. Whisper something secret to me. Treasured secrets you thought you'd never repeat. Memories you keep only between the heaven and seas, share them with me. It's ok - I'm trustworthy.
And when there are no more words, no more praise to preach, write to me. Invent words and ways to tell me whatever it is you dare not even speak. Capture your love and pain with black and blue ink. Let every trouble you've reached die off at the tip of the pen where ink meets the lined brink.

And now, don't say anything at all. The paper can take it from here. If others want to hear, let them wait, let them read. Save your words, your voice, your lips and your breath for me. Don't give the last of it away - save it for we. And when the day is over and done, while the suns last rays are sinking, know that Im here. I'll always be the first and last one listening. As long as you say something to me.