Verse by @lyra.dunes

i left the door unlocked for a season i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand summer left its fingerprints on the glass the river takes what it is offered

the sky was the color of an unopened letter you never asked and i never stopped answering the sky was the color of an unopened letter the map was wrong but the walking was right

the field went gold then went to sleep the river takes what it is offered the dog still waits by the door at six my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i love you in the tense that has no word there is a version of us that stayed you were a rumor i believed twice you were a rumor i believed twice

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i wore your city like a borrowed coat the sea does not remember any of our names