Verse by @mara.holloway

i keep apologizing to furniture the floorboards keep the score i wore your city like a borrowed coat the birds do not know we broke up

i put the whole year in one suitcase you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we made a home out of almost i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

there is a version of us that stayed my hands still know your kitchen the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i keep apologizing to furniture

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we are all somebody else's weather i speak to the version of you that listens

the field went gold then went to sleep