Verse by @tide.mercer

winter came in through the window we never fixed i still set the table for the ghost of us your laugh survives in the hallway the tape hissed where your voice should be

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the sky was the color of an unopened letter the field went gold then went to sleep you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i buried the argument in the yard i wore your city like a borrowed coat summer left its fingerprints on the glass the highway hums the way you used to

i keep the receipts of everything i felt we sang until the neighbors forgave us we made a home out of almost the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the birds do not know we broke up somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the dog still waits by the door at six

the map was wrong but the walking was right i love you in the tense that has no word the bus came and i did not get on