Verse by @kai.ashland

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i left the door unlocked for a season the radio only plays the parts i remember the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the highway hums the way you used to you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i still set the table for the ghost of us

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you never asked and i never stopped answering