Verse by @jonah.reyes

the sky was the color of an unopened letter every train sounds like leaving from here the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

the dog still waits by the door at six i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i keep apologizing to furniture we were young and the light was cheap

i counted every streetlight home nothing holy ever asked for my name the calendar keeps making promises you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the river takes what it is offered somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried