Verse by @isla.marren

the calendar keeps making promises i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors nothing holy ever asked for my name the moon is a coin i cannot spend

we sang until the neighbors forgave us i am the last one at the party fixing the lights your laugh survives in the hallway i counted every streetlight home

i buried the argument in the yard the river takes what it is offered you never asked and i never stopped answering the calendar keeps making promises

summer left its fingerprints on the glass the dog still waits by the door at six