Verse by @nova.quill

i speak to the version of you that listens nothing holy ever asked for my name i saved the last cigarette for a braver night we are all somebody else's weather

your laugh survives in the hallway the floorboards keep the score i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the field went gold then went to sleep

we sang until the neighbors forgave us i buried the argument in the yard i counted every streetlight home you were a rumor i believed twice

the dog still waits by the door at six the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays we were young and the light was cheap the sea does not remember any of our names

there is a version of us that stayed you left your jacket on the chair like a promise you never asked and i never stopped answering the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the radio only plays the parts i remember the kettle screams and i let it