Verse by @saoirse.grain

we made a home out of almost i love you in the tense that has no word i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the river takes what it is offered

every train sounds like leaving from here the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i love you in the tense that has no word the kettle screams and i let it

i speak to the version of you that listens your laugh survives in the hallway my hands still know your kitchen i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands