Verse by @jonah.reyes

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i speak to the version of you that listens the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

the map was wrong but the walking was right i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud every train sounds like leaving from here i put the whole year in one suitcase

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the floorboards keep the score the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays we were young and the light was cheap

the kettle screams and i let it the sea does not remember any of our names i buried the argument in the yard my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

the cold got into the bones of the house the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath