Verse by @june.parade

the mirror learned my face by accident i keep the porch light on for nobody i wore your city like a borrowed coat my hands still know your kitchen

i buried the argument in the yard i keep the receipts of everything i felt i keep the porch light on for nobody i speak to the version of you that listens

you never asked and i never stopped answering i buried the argument in the yard somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i buried the argument in the yard there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night