Verse by @wren.hollow

i counted every streetlight home i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the porch light on for nobody the floorboards keep the score

we were young and the light was cheap your laugh survives in the hallway we made a home out of almost nothing holy ever asked for my name

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am the last one at the party fixing the lights my hands still know your kitchen

my hands still know your kitchen you never asked and i never stopped answering the sea does not remember any of our names i am learning the names of ordinary things again