Verse by @shiloh.pike

the birds do not know we broke up i left the door unlocked for a season your laugh survives in the hallway i wore your city like a borrowed coat

i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens we were young and the light was cheap the birds do not know we broke up

the bus came and i did not get on i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i still set the table for the ghost of us i keep the receipts of everything i felt

the bus came and i did not get on my mother taught me how to fold a grudge you can hear the whole town breathing at four am we were young and the light was cheap

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i am learning to be a room with the curtains open