Verse by @indigo.varn

the river takes what it is offered the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i left the door unlocked for a season the radio only plays the parts i remember

the map was wrong but the walking was right the lemon tree outlived the marriage the floorboards keep the score i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the map was wrong but the walking was right i speak to the version of you that listens i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the river takes what it is offered

i love you in the tense that has no word the cold got into the bones of the house i wore your city like a borrowed coat the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i counted every streetlight home your laugh survives in the hallway the calendar keeps making promises

the tape hissed where your voice should be i left the door unlocked for a season the map was wrong but the walking was right