Verse by @arden.wolfe

my hands still know your kitchen we are all somebody else's weather the highway hums the way you used to i keep apologizing to furniture

the tape hissed where your voice should be the bus came and i did not get on we were young and the light was cheap the tape hissed where your voice should be

your laugh survives in the hallway there is a version of us that stayed the sky was the color of an unopened letter i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the tape hissed where your voice should be