fading voices [ the SEQUEL to little talks ]

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time passes as an old, forgotten friend. 

we sleep in between worlds
in my bed; i wonder why you've
never mentioned your roommates

before but i could care less as soon 
as the thought appears

i'd much rather listen to you 

breathe like this.

tomorrow we should talk.

i suppose,

----

a coma of your own
i lay awake

why step outside
your own world

just for me? 

----

i wonder if i should 

take my meds 

if you were awake
i'm not quite sure 

what you'd tell me.

i think i love that

about you.

what are we?

certainly nothing to 

label

whatever this is now
i'll take it.