Verse by @ren.marlowe

i counted every streetlight home i keep the receipts of everything i felt my mother taught me how to fold a grudge somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

we are all somebody else's weather i keep the porch light on for nobody i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the calendar keeps making promises

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the sky was the color of an unopened letter i love you in the tense that has no word

the birds do not know we broke up