Verse by @ash.faraday

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise my hands still know your kitchen my hands still know your kitchen summer left its fingerprints on the glass

i speak to the version of you that listens i put the whole year in one suitcase the sky was the color of an unopened letter there is a version of us that stayed

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i love you in the tense that has no word winter came in through the window we never fixed the dog still waits by the door at six

there is a version of us that stayed we were young and the light was cheap we are all somebody else's weather the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

you were a rumor i believed twice we made a home out of almost