Verse by @lux.trebble

nothing holy ever asked for my name the tape hissed where your voice should be somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried your laugh survives in the hallway

the bus came and i did not get on i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the sea does not remember any of our names my hands still know your kitchen

the birds do not know we broke up i am the last one at the party fixing the lights we made a home out of almost i love you in the tense that has no word

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the moon is a coin i cannot spend you never asked and i never stopped answering i left the door unlocked for a season

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the calendar keeps making promises the birds do not know we broke up we are all somebody else's weather

the birds do not know we broke up we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast every train sounds like leaving from here