Verse by @vera.tundra

the floorboards keep the score i left the door unlocked for a season i keep the porch light on for nobody i still set the table for the ghost of us

the field went gold then went to sleep i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i keep the receipts of everything i felt i speak to the version of you that listens i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the calendar keeps making promises i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand