Verse by @poppy.mires

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway the map was wrong but the walking was right my hands still know your kitchen

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries nothing holy ever asked for my name

there is a version of us that stayed i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you were a rumor i believed twice winter came in through the window we never fixed

the dog still waits by the door at six