Verse by @kessler.groove

there is a version of us that stayed we made a home out of almost the cold got into the bones of the house the dog still waits by the door at six

the map was wrong but the walking was right we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i wore your city like a borrowed coat i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i keep apologizing to furniture somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning the names of ordinary things again

the bus came and i did not get on we are all somebody else's weather the sky was the color of an unopened letter the field went gold then went to sleep

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the sky was the color of an unopened letter i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i put the whole year in one suitcase the highway hums the way you used to i counted every streetlight home