Verse by @dustline.rio

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the cold got into the bones of the house my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i still set the table for the ghost of us the birds do not know we broke up i keep apologizing to furniture somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

i keep the porch light on for nobody i love you in the tense that has no word the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

winter came in through the window we never fixed the field went gold then went to sleep the sky was the color of an unopened letter i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the map was wrong but the walking was right the dog still waits by the door at six the calendar keeps making promises i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the cold got into the bones of the house the calendar keeps making promises the field went gold then went to sleep