Verse by @cass.overgrow

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i am learning the names of ordinary things again i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i counted every streetlight home i keep apologizing to furniture i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

you never asked and i never stopped answering i am learning the names of ordinary things again winter came in through the window we never fixed the river takes what it is offered

the calendar keeps making promises the map was wrong but the walking was right i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the field went gold then went to sleep

i buried the argument in the yard we are all somebody else's weather your laugh survives in the hallway i still set the table for the ghost of us

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the lemon tree outlived the marriage