Verse by @sunny.delacroix

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the highway hums the way you used to the dog still waits by the door at six

the sky was the color of an unopened letter you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the floorboards keep the score i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the kettle screams and i let it i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i left the door unlocked for a season i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i buried the argument in the yard the river takes what it is offered