Verse by @bram.ellery

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the bus came and i did not get on the sea does not remember any of our names we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the calendar keeps making promises the lemon tree outlived the marriage i put the whole year in one suitcase i left the door unlocked for a season

every train sounds like leaving from here the bus came and i did not get on summer left its fingerprints on the glass the radio only plays the parts i remember

the kettle screams and i let it i still set the table for the ghost of us nothing holy ever asked for my name i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the tape hissed where your voice should be