Verse by @moth.lamp

every train sounds like leaving from here we made a home out of almost the lemon tree outlived the marriage i love you in the tense that has no word

nothing holy ever asked for my name my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i am learning the names of ordinary things again you never asked and i never stopped answering

we made a home out of almost the kettle screams and i let it the sky was the color of an unopened letter i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

the map was wrong but the walking was right you never asked and i never stopped answering there is a version of us that stayed