Verse by @nova.quill

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i still set the table for the ghost of us somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the field went gold then went to sleep

you never asked and i never stopped answering i keep apologizing to furniture the cold got into the bones of the house my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i buried the argument in the yard i love you in the tense that has no word somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the floorboards keep the score we made a home out of almost

i left the door unlocked for a season i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we are all somebody else's weather