Verse by @marlow.quinn

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights nothing holy ever asked for my name i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

the calendar keeps making promises i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries you were a rumor i believed twice the calendar keeps making promises

we are all somebody else's weather i counted every streetlight home the dog still waits by the door at six we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the radio only plays the parts i remember the sky was the color of an unopened letter i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the river takes what it is offered we were young and the light was cheap winter came in through the window we never fixed i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the cold got into the bones of the house the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath