Verse by @tide.mercer

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am learning the names of ordinary things again the cold got into the bones of the house i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i buried the argument in the yard i speak to the version of you that listens

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand we were young and the light was cheap i am learning the names of ordinary things again the lemon tree outlived the marriage

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am