Poem Prompt: No Such

I believed that there was no such thing

as too much

of the person I care about.

I used to get worried 

when we wouldn't talk.

If I care about you,

and you care about me,

we should be able to be up for hours.

Just talking about each other

and see each other the next day

and still talk about us.

That's how these things work, right?

Well, I tried it out myself,

and much to my horror,

there was no such.

I can call him

and we'll laugh for a bit,

then not talk at all 

all day.

Then call again late at night--

and it's like nothing happened.

We'll joke and smile and fall asleep together--

I'm his goodnight,

he's my good morning--

then part ways at breakfast.
It's work time; we focus and work.

I don't hear another word until the day slows back down

around evening time.

At first, I was confused

What is this? What is this thing?

Everything I've seen on screens has told me there's no such;

caring should be obsessing.

Right?

Well,
this isn't.

It's just

doing nothing more

than being two people

who just happen to care about each other.