Verse by @isla.marren

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the sea does not remember any of our names nothing holy ever asked for my name the birds do not know we broke up

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the dog still waits by the door at six the bus came and i did not get on the mirror learned my face by accident

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i put the whole year in one suitcase the sea does not remember any of our names there is a version of us that stayed

i keep the porch light on for nobody i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the sky was the color of an unopened letter there is a version of us that stayed

the radio only plays the parts i remember the calendar keeps making promises