Verse by @indigo.varn

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the calendar keeps making promises the sea does not remember any of our names we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

nothing holy ever asked for my name the field went gold then went to sleep i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i still set the table for the ghost of us

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the dog still waits by the door at six you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep the porch light on for nobody

every train sounds like leaving from here i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the porch light on for nobody