Verse by @port.calloway

i put the whole year in one suitcase winter came in through the window we never fixed i love you in the tense that has no word i still set the table for the ghost of us

the bus came and i did not get on winter came in through the window we never fixed there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i put the whole year in one suitcase

you never asked and i never stopped answering i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the bus came and i did not get on the highway hums the way you used to we made a home out of almost

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night your laugh survives in the hallway i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you never asked and i never stopped answering