For the girls who talk so much
It happens in their sleep
Beds slapped together like smacking lips
Too large as they hang over the side
Of their shared box spring 
Shared bathroom shared clothing
Mine exchanged for Ours
As you slide into my shoes
& jet out the door, late for class
Lights flickering on and off to the beat
Of keys clicking Sims and pages turning
It was college and we were young
Still are young
Just losing our glow
Adding coal to the fire
& rushing before goes out
Our decisions still rash
Laughter still loud
Nights still long
Tempers still short
I hope we’re always the girls who wake 
Impatient to make known
what was said in our dreams