Verse by @cass.overgrow

i still set the table for the ghost of us we sang until the neighbors forgave us we made a home out of almost the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

there is a version of us that stayed i buried the argument in the yard we were young and the light was cheap i left the door unlocked for a season

every train sounds like leaving from here the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the field went gold then went to sleep i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the field went gold then went to sleep winter came in through the window we never fixed the map was wrong but the walking was right

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we were young and the light was cheap every train sounds like leaving from here we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

summer left its fingerprints on the glass