Verse by @tide.mercer

the cold got into the bones of the house i am learning to be a room with the curtains open my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i buried the argument in the yard

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the moon is a coin i cannot spend

the field went gold then went to sleep the bus came and i did not get on the birds do not know we broke up i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the map was wrong but the walking was right the highway hums the way you used to