Verse by @wilder.june

there is a version of us that stayed the mirror learned my face by accident the tape hissed where your voice should be i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

i buried the argument in the yard we were young and the light was cheap the river takes what it is offered i speak to the version of you that listens

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the map was wrong but the walking was right i put the whole year in one suitcase the highway hums the way you used to

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i buried the argument in the yard you were a rumor i believed twice my hands still know your kitchen

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the calendar keeps making promises i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet