Verse by @theo.brackish

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years you left your jacket on the chair like a promise we were young and the light was cheap we are all somebody else's weather

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i keep apologizing to furniture the birds do not know we broke up i keep apologizing to furniture

your laugh survives in the hallway i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the map was wrong but the walking was right

the bus came and i did not get on we sang until the neighbors forgave us we made a home out of almost the highway hums the way you used to

i still set the table for the ghost of us the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays my mother taught me how to fold a grudge