Verse by @rae.voss

we were young and the light was cheap i still set the table for the ghost of us the radio only plays the parts i remember somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

the map was wrong but the walking was right you never asked and i never stopped answering you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the cold got into the bones of the house i still set the table for the ghost of us

the lemon tree outlived the marriage somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the field went gold then went to sleep

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors we are all somebody else's weather