Verse by @sable.crown

i love you in the tense that has no word the kettle screams and i let it i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we made a home out of almost

the field went gold then went to sleep you can hear the whole town breathing at four am there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the bus came and i did not get on

summer left its fingerprints on the glass the bus came and i did not get on the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i still set the table for the ghost of us

i put the whole year in one suitcase your laugh survives in the hallway the birds do not know we broke up i am the last one at the party fixing the lights