Verse by @jonah.reyes

the calendar keeps making promises i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the highway hums the way you used to i still set the table for the ghost of us

the map was wrong but the walking was right you never asked and i never stopped answering the floorboards keep the score i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the radio only plays the parts i remember the river takes what it is offered my mother taught me how to fold a grudge