Roommate

The buzz of campus life had died down, morning neared;
Only the light of outdoor lamps pierced through the blinds,
slanted and sliced into white-bright almond slivers.
The intense conversation we were having
--thoughts on society, life volleyed back and forth from both sides of the room--
died down into occasional words tossed up into the air
--mumbles in the darkness, voices disembodied--
Until i heard your breath even out
and knew you were asleep.

--Tigergem


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