Verse by @shiloh.pike

we made a home out of almost the birds do not know we broke up i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i keep the porch light on for nobody

i speak to the version of you that listens there is a version of us that stayed i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

every train sounds like leaving from here the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors my mother taught me how to fold a grudge we are all somebody else's weather

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the cold got into the bones of the house winter came in through the window we never fixed the bus came and i did not get on