Verse by @moth.lamp

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors my hands still know your kitchen the highway hums the way you used to the field went gold then went to sleep

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the tape hissed where your voice should be somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried winter came in through the window we never fixed

we made a home out of almost i put the whole year in one suitcase we were young and the light was cheap we sang until the neighbors forgave us

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i am learning the names of ordinary things again i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i still set the table for the ghost of us

there is a version of us that stayed the map was wrong but the walking was right the highway hums the way you used to every train sounds like leaving from here

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries