Verse by @sable.crown

we made a home out of almost the map was wrong but the walking was right the birds do not know we broke up the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the calendar keeps making promises we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the lemon tree outlived the marriage the bus came and i did not get on

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the floorboards keep the score the field went gold then went to sleep the birds do not know we broke up

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am learning to be a room with the curtains open