Verse by @opal.static

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i left the door unlocked for a season i speak to the version of you that listens the birds do not know we broke up

i keep the porch light on for nobody i buried the argument in the yard we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the bus came and i did not get on

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i love you in the tense that has no word the dog still waits by the door at six we made a home out of almost

nothing holy ever asked for my name summer left its fingerprints on the glass the field went gold then went to sleep the map was wrong but the walking was right

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open