Verse by @harper.slate

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i left the door unlocked for a season somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the floorboards keep the score

i buried the argument in the yard i counted every streetlight home i counted every streetlight home you never asked and i never stopped answering

i love you in the tense that has no word the field went gold then went to sleep the moon is a coin i cannot spend you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

the radio only plays the parts i remember i keep the porch light on for nobody somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands