Verse by @june.parade

you were a rumor i believed twice i am learning the names of ordinary things again nothing holy ever asked for my name the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we made a home out of almost i keep the receipts of everything i felt i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

the sea does not remember any of our names the sky was the color of an unopened letter your laugh survives in the hallway i counted every streetlight home

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the moon is a coin i cannot spend the tape hissed where your voice should be