Verse by @harper.slate

the river takes what it is offered i keep apologizing to furniture the highway hums the way you used to the floorboards keep the score

i love you in the tense that has no word the bus came and i did not get on the calendar keeps making promises i wore your city like a borrowed coat

i keep the porch light on for nobody i counted every streetlight home you were a rumor i believed twice the tape hissed where your voice should be

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the moon is a coin i cannot spend my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the sky was the color of an unopened letter