Verse by @jonah.reyes

the birds do not know we broke up there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i speak to the version of you that listens we were young and the light was cheap

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i put the whole year in one suitcase summer left its fingerprints on the glass i love you in the tense that has no word

i keep the porch light on for nobody the dog still waits by the door at six the birds do not know we broke up the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember the field went gold then went to sleep i put the whole year in one suitcase

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the porch light on for nobody i counted every streetlight home i keep apologizing to furniture

my hands still know your kitchen i am learning the names of ordinary things again your laugh survives in the hallway