Verse by @tide.mercer

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the cold got into the bones of the house the bus came and i did not get on i still set the table for the ghost of us

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the sea does not remember any of our names i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

winter came in through the window we never fixed the birds do not know we broke up your laugh survives in the hallway the bus came and i did not get on

we sang until the neighbors forgave us there is a version of us that stayed the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the river takes what it is offered