Verse by @fenn.arlo

we made a home out of almost somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am learning the names of ordinary things again

the dog still waits by the door at six i speak to the version of you that listens my hands still know your kitchen i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i buried the argument in the yard the highway hums the way you used to i keep the porch light on for nobody

i counted every streetlight home i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway i wore your city like a borrowed coat

i buried the argument in the yard your laugh survives in the hallway