Verse by @bram.ellery

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the moon is a coin i cannot spend the calendar keeps making promises the calendar keeps making promises

the dog still waits by the door at six my hands still know your kitchen the dog still waits by the door at six the field went gold then went to sleep

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i love you in the tense that has no word the sky was the color of an unopened letter

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the river takes what it is offered we sang until the neighbors forgave us you left your jacket on the chair like a promise