3am

I say I am sad,
just a bit all the time

my roommate says,
you are drunk.

I cry because
we are right, and he cries

I’m not sure why;
we are young

and get by
to feel so old, hung

by a body like lead
with aches and hearts unsung

maybe his truth is mine
or –

we are not alike,
he cries for me
his mind free,
a different breed –

I fear this most

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