Verse by @ren.marlowe

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the field went gold then went to sleep i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the dog still waits by the door at six

the calendar keeps making promises i keep the receipts of everything i felt the moon is a coin i cannot spend the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i put the whole year in one suitcase we were young and the light was cheap the field went gold then went to sleep i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i left the door unlocked for a season the map was wrong but the walking was right we were young and the light was cheap the river takes what it is offered

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i left the door unlocked for a season winter came in through the window we never fixed the birds do not know we broke up

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i still set the table for the ghost of us