Verse by @rae.voss

i still set the table for the ghost of us i keep the porch light on for nobody i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the moon is a coin i cannot spend

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the mirror learned my face by accident i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i love you in the tense that has no word i counted every streetlight home your laugh survives in the hallway