Verse by @marlow.quinn

we were young and the light was cheap the mirror learned my face by accident i left the door unlocked for a season the birds do not know we broke up

the bus came and i did not get on i buried the argument in the yard i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise my mother taught me how to fold a grudge we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast every train sounds like leaving from here

the radio only plays the parts i remember i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the highway hums the way you used to

the birds do not know we broke up i counted every streetlight home i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the tape hissed where your voice should be

there is a version of us that stayed the sky was the color of an unopened letter