Verse by @wilder.june

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we are all somebody else's weather i still set the table for the ghost of us there is a version of us that stayed

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast you never asked and i never stopped answering we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the river takes what it is offered the cold got into the bones of the house the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i keep the porch light on for nobody the highway hums the way you used to i buried the argument in the yard i put the whole year in one suitcase

i buried the argument in the yard