Verse by @fenn.arlo

the mirror learned my face by accident the mirror learned my face by accident somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried there is a version of us that stayed

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you left your jacket on the chair like a promise there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i still set the table for the ghost of us i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we are all somebody else's weather

the highway hums the way you used to the calendar keeps making promises my hands still know your kitchen the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the river takes what it is offered i buried the argument in the yard the dog still waits by the door at six i saved the last cigarette for a braver night