I used to think of you often.
Stayed up beyond a reasonable time
And lack of anything resembling
Energy the next day.
The amount of time you filled my head,
More so than any other.
I shouldn't have.
You weren't the first, but you definitely were the last.
And yet years later you fill my head again.
I think of you when I can't sleep.
And I dream of you on my restless nights.
Your poem's first stanza is
Your poem's first stanza is the story of my life as it was in the early eighties.
I think you have described an experinece that seems to be very universal, and you have described it very well---including its continuing residual effects. I also applaud the casual, conversational tone of your poem.
Starward