Verse by @shiloh.pike

i buried the argument in the yard you were a rumor i believed twice i keep apologizing to furniture i love you in the tense that has no word

we are all somebody else's weather the map was wrong but the walking was right i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you were a rumor i believed twice

i still set the table for the ghost of us i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the river takes what it is offered my hands still know your kitchen

summer left its fingerprints on the glass i buried the argument in the yard there is a version of us that stayed we are all somebody else's weather