Verse by @port.calloway

i love you in the tense that has no word the sky was the color of an unopened letter the floorboards keep the score the calendar keeps making promises

there is a version of us that stayed i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i love you in the tense that has no word

i wore your city like a borrowed coat there is a version of us that stayed the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the calendar keeps making promises

the lemon tree outlived the marriage every train sounds like leaving from here i saved the last cigarette for a braver night there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i put the whole year in one suitcase