Verse by @shiloh.pike

the map was wrong but the walking was right you never asked and i never stopped answering i counted every streetlight home winter came in through the window we never fixed

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries winter came in through the window we never fixed i saved the last cigarette for a braver night nothing holy ever asked for my name

you never asked and i never stopped answering somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i keep the porch light on for nobody my hands still know your kitchen

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the dog still waits by the door at six i speak to the version of you that listens

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the river takes what it is offered there is a version of us that stayed i buried the argument in the yard

the kettle screams and i let it the mirror learned my face by accident you left your jacket on the chair like a promise