Verse by @casper.halden

the bus came and i did not get on i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the cold got into the bones of the house i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put the whole year in one suitcase my hands still know your kitchen the field went gold then went to sleep

we are all somebody else's weather the map was wrong but the walking was right the lemon tree outlived the marriage the map was wrong but the walking was right

the calendar keeps making promises the sea does not remember any of our names you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the radio only plays the parts i remember i left the door unlocked for a season you were a rumor i believed twice there is a version of us that stayed

the tape hissed where your voice should be you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the sky was the color of an unopened letter