Verse by @theo.brackish

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the floorboards keep the score the radio only plays the parts i remember my hands still know your kitchen

the map was wrong but the walking was right the moon is a coin i cannot spend the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am there is a version of us that stayed there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the tape hissed where your voice should be