Old friends

It’s still dark outside.

I can hear my friend
coughing in the room next door.

Yesterday he was up all night.

Neither of us have
so many years left to live,
but you don’t have to
spell things like that out
when you get older,
you just know that
whoever goes first
won’t have long to wait
before the room next door
is occupied again.

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