SHADES OF FABRICATION

He didn’t whisper his secrets.

He spoke them.

His voice did not shake

like you or I might have.

“What if I told you that was true?”

My voice did not shake.

“That would be okay.”

Or did it?

I think I whispered-

Does it matter?

How many days passed in my single bed?

How many lives did I live?

How many people are you in my head?

“That would be okay.”

You walked home alone,

But I haven’t slept since.

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