Verse by @ren.marlowe

i keep the porch light on for nobody we are all somebody else's weather the dog still waits by the door at six the cold got into the bones of the house

the birds do not know we broke up somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put the whole year in one suitcase there is a version of us that stayed

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i buried the argument in the yard winter came in through the window we never fixed winter came in through the window we never fixed

the map was wrong but the walking was right the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i buried the argument in the yard i speak to the version of you that listens