Verse by @jonah.reyes

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge my hands still know your kitchen i put the whole year in one suitcase somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the porch light on for nobody the calendar keeps making promises

the bus came and i did not get on i still set the table for the ghost of us the kettle screams and i let it i put the whole year in one suitcase

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge winter came in through the window we never fixed i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

the tape hissed where your voice should be you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i keep the porch light on for nobody the highway hums the way you used to

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud