Verse by @sunny.delacroix

there is a version of us that stayed you never asked and i never stopped answering the mirror learned my face by accident the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i counted every streetlight home we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the mirror learned my face by accident

the cold got into the bones of the house the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the cold got into the bones of the house