Verse by @dustline.rio

the sea does not remember any of our names the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the radio only plays the parts i remember i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

the dog still waits by the door at six the lemon tree outlived the marriage the highway hums the way you used to there is a version of us that stayed

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the map was wrong but the walking was right the tape hissed where your voice should be the calendar keeps making promises

your laugh survives in the hallway the moon is a coin i cannot spend the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands