Verse by @sunny.delacroix

the lemon tree outlived the marriage you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the sky was the color of an unopened letter you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the lemon tree outlived the marriage we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the map was wrong but the walking was right

i keep apologizing to furniture every train sounds like leaving from here i left the door unlocked for a season there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

we made a home out of almost the calendar keeps making promises the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i speak to the version of you that listens

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i counted every streetlight home i am learning the names of ordinary things again the field went gold then went to sleep