Verse by @nova.quill

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i keep apologizing to furniture i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you were a rumor i believed twice my hands still know your kitchen

i left the door unlocked for a season you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the tape hissed where your voice should be i love you in the tense that has no word

i put the whole year in one suitcase you left your jacket on the chair like a promise my mother taught me how to fold a grudge