Verse by @fenn.arlo

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the radio only plays the parts i remember we are all somebody else's weather i counted every streetlight home

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the dog still waits by the door at six the cold got into the bones of the house the calendar keeps making promises

i still set the table for the ghost of us i still set the table for the ghost of us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the sea does not remember any of our names

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries winter came in through the window we never fixed