Verse by @nova.quill

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the moon is a coin i cannot spend the cold got into the bones of the house i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the floorboards keep the score the radio only plays the parts i remember the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i keep apologizing to furniture the floorboards keep the score

i am learning the names of ordinary things again