Verse by @casper.halden

the calendar keeps making promises i keep the receipts of everything i felt i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

nothing holy ever asked for my name winter came in through the window we never fixed somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

the highway hums the way you used to i keep the porch light on for nobody the calendar keeps making promises i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the tape hissed where your voice should be somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the dog still waits by the door at six the sky was the color of an unopened letter

the map was wrong but the walking was right somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning the names of ordinary things again i put the whole year in one suitcase

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i buried the argument in the yard