Verse by @nell.paperback

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the field went gold then went to sleep the bus came and i did not get on the bus came and i did not get on

the cold got into the bones of the house the dog still waits by the door at six the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the dog still waits by the door at six your laugh survives in the hallway you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the tape hissed where your voice should be

winter came in through the window we never fixed