Verse by @indigo.varn

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i counted every streetlight home you left your jacket on the chair like a promise there is a version of us that stayed

the dog still waits by the door at six the field went gold then went to sleep the calendar keeps making promises the highway hums the way you used to

i put the whole year in one suitcase the sky was the color of an unopened letter the bus came and i did not get on the dog still waits by the door at six

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the bus came and i did not get on the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors we made a home out of almost

i left the door unlocked for a season the cold got into the bones of the house i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries