Verse by @casper.halden

the river takes what it is offered my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the dog still waits by the door at six

you never asked and i never stopped answering the mirror learned my face by accident the floorboards keep the score the kettle screams and i let it

there is a version of us that stayed i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i still set the table for the ghost of us

i keep apologizing to furniture the kettle screams and i let it the mirror learned my face by accident every train sounds like leaving from here

the kettle screams and i let it the lemon tree outlived the marriage the map was wrong but the walking was right the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors