Verse by @harper.slate

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i wore your city like a borrowed coat the birds do not know we broke up winter came in through the window we never fixed

the field went gold then went to sleep i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand we made a home out of almost nothing holy ever asked for my name

the river takes what it is offered i wore your city like a borrowed coat i counted every streetlight home summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the river takes what it is offered you can hear the whole town breathing at four am you never asked and i never stopped answering i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i put the whole year in one suitcase i am learning the names of ordinary things again the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the porch light on for nobody every train sounds like leaving from here i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands