Verse by @theo.brackish

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the mirror learned my face by accident the dog still waits by the door at six i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

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 field went gold then went to sleep

i left the door unlocked for a season there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the bus came and i did not get on i am learning the names of ordinary things again

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the bus came and i did not get on the highway hums the way you used to the bus came and i did not get on

there is a version of us that stayed