Verse by @mara.holloway

the calendar keeps making promises the birds do not know we broke up the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i keep the receipts of everything i felt

we made a home out of almost i put the whole year in one suitcase the mirror learned my face by accident i keep the receipts of everything i felt

the radio only plays the parts i remember i speak to the version of you that listens i put the whole year in one suitcase i keep the receipts of everything i felt

we made a home out of almost the sea does not remember any of our names the mirror learned my face by accident the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the floorboards keep the score you can hear the whole town breathing at four am you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the sky was the color of an unopened letter

the sky was the color of an unopened letter the floorboards keep the score