Verse by @ash.faraday

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the birds do not know we broke up the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i counted every streetlight home the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the tape hissed where your voice should be the river takes what it is offered

nothing holy ever asked for my name we are all somebody else's weather i left the door unlocked for a season you never asked and i never stopped answering

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway i left the door unlocked for a season the highway hums the way you used to

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember