Verse by @vera.tundra

the tape hissed where your voice should be we made a home out of almost i counted every streetlight home the dog still waits by the door at six

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the moon is a coin i cannot spend the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the sky was the color of an unopened letter

we are all somebody else's weather the moon is a coin i cannot spend i counted every streetlight home we were young and the light was cheap

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i counted every streetlight home i keep the receipts of everything i felt my hands still know your kitchen

the radio only plays the parts i remember the sky was the color of an unopened letter i am the last one at the party fixing the lights you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

we sang until the neighbors forgave us you never asked and i never stopped answering i speak to the version of you that listens