Your voice repeats like a record,
A pattern,
A sound,
You breathe and I know what's coming,
A simple goodbye,
The 'I love yous' disappeared long ago,
But I hear the hesitation,
You know it's there,
A smile is revealed through your voice,
You don't want to go,
But I'm tired,
And we're nothing,
Only friends,
You can't hold on to this conversation,
You can't pull me in,
So I whisper a long over due goodnight,
And you timidly say the same,
Leaving the possibility of love drift into our dreams
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