Verse by @wilder.june

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the birds do not know we broke up i love you in the tense that has no word

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years we sang until the neighbors forgave us the mirror learned my face by accident i love you in the tense that has no word

the kettle screams and i let it the lemon tree outlived the marriage the kettle screams and i let it i am learning the names of ordinary things again

winter came in through the window we never fixed my mother taught me how to fold a grudge i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the river takes what it is offered

i counted every streetlight home nothing holy ever asked for my name