Verse by @ren.marlowe

i put the whole year in one suitcase you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the floorboards keep the score i still set the table for the ghost of us the cold got into the bones of the house

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the mirror learned my face by accident i still set the table for the ghost of us the kettle screams and i let it

we were young and the light was cheap the sea does not remember any of our names i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the calendar keeps making promises