Verse by @june.parade

the calendar keeps making promises summer left its fingerprints on the glass i speak to the version of you that listens i counted every streetlight home

i keep the receipts of everything i felt i put the whole year in one suitcase i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the bus came and i did not get on

we were young and the light was cheap you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the highway hums the way you used to

i wore your city like a borrowed coat winter came in through the window we never fixed my hands still know your kitchen i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the tape hissed where your voice should be i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet we made a home out of almost

the dog still waits by the door at six i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand