Verse by @wren.hollow

the cold got into the bones of the house we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast i speak to the version of you that listens i buried the argument in the yard

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries we made a home out of almost you were a rumor i believed twice i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i left the door unlocked for a season the sea does not remember any of our names i left the door unlocked for a season the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

you were a rumor i believed twice i speak to the version of you that listens i am learning to be a room with the curtains open you were a rumor i believed twice