Verse by @isla.marren

i love you in the tense that has no word the birds do not know we broke up the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

we are all somebody else's weather the tape hissed where your voice should be every train sounds like leaving from here i love you in the tense that has no word

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the highway hums the way you used to i still set the table for the ghost of us we made a home out of almost

i put the whole year in one suitcase there is honey in the bottom of the bad years there is a version of us that stayed the highway hums the way you used to

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i keep the porch light on for nobody the sky was the color of an unopened letter your laugh survives in the hallway

the bus came and i did not get on somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the floorboards keep the score