Verse by @dustline.rio

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i love you in the tense that has no word i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the dog still waits by the door at six the radio only plays the parts i remember the highway hums the way you used to i keep apologizing to furniture

i keep apologizing to furniture the kettle screams and i let it the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath we were young and the light was cheap

i am learning the names of ordinary things again