Verse by @shiloh.pike

the bus came and i did not get on the cold got into the bones of the house we made a home out of almost i buried the argument in the yard

we were young and the light was cheap the kettle screams and i let it my hands still know your kitchen i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the map was wrong but the walking was right i put the whole year in one suitcase winter came in through the window we never fixed the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i am learning to be a room with the curtains open