Verse by @birdie.quinn

the floorboards keep the score the birds do not know we broke up the tape hissed where your voice should be i buried the argument in the yard

the calendar keeps making promises the bus came and i did not get on there is a version of us that stayed i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

your laugh survives in the hallway i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the mirror learned my face by accident somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

winter came in through the window we never fixed there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the tape hissed where your voice should be you were a rumor i believed twice

the tape hissed where your voice should be we are all somebody else's weather the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath we are all somebody else's weather

i buried the argument in the yard the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i keep the receipts of everything i felt