Verse by @nell.paperback

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i saved the last cigarette for a braver night there is a version of us that stayed i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

i put the whole year in one suitcase we are all somebody else's weather i left the door unlocked for a season i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

summer left its fingerprints on the glass summer left its fingerprints on the glass there is a version of us that stayed the cold got into the bones of the house

the river takes what it is offered somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i am learning the names of ordinary things again