Verse by @mara.holloway

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the tape hissed where your voice should be i wore your city like a borrowed coat the highway hums the way you used to

the birds do not know we broke up there is a version of us that stayed we are all somebody else's weather my hands still know your kitchen

my hands still know your kitchen you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the highway hums the way you used to i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the radio only plays the parts i remember i counted every streetlight home summer left its fingerprints on the glass every train sounds like leaving from here

your laugh survives in the hallway the bus came and i did not get on i buried the argument in the yard winter came in through the window we never fixed

we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast