Verse by @theo.brackish

we were young and the light was cheap i put the whole year in one suitcase i wore your city like a borrowed coat the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i keep the receipts of everything i felt my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the tape hissed where your voice should be the birds do not know we broke up

i love you in the tense that has no word i keep the porch light on for nobody i speak to the version of you that listens the bus came and i did not get on

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the cold got into the bones of the house i am learning the names of ordinary things again the calendar keeps making promises

i left the door unlocked for a season