Verse by @marlow.quinn

the map was wrong but the walking was right i left the door unlocked for a season i put the whole year in one suitcase there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i still set the table for the ghost of us i love you in the tense that has no word i am learning the names of ordinary things again every train sounds like leaving from here

the calendar keeps making promises you never asked and i never stopped answering i am learning the names of ordinary things again you were a rumor i believed twice

winter came in through the window we never fixed i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the river takes what it is offered