Verse by @arden.wolfe

i left the door unlocked for a season you never asked and i never stopped answering there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the moon is a coin i cannot spend you never asked and i never stopped answering

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i still set the table for the ghost of us i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i keep the porch light on for nobody

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the floorboards keep the score i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i keep apologizing to furniture

you were a rumor i believed twice the sky was the color of an unopened letter i left the door unlocked for a season we are all somebody else's weather

the highway hums the way you used to