Verse by @rae.voss

the sky was the color of an unopened letter we were young and the light was cheap nothing holy ever asked for my name i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the river takes what it is offered i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i left the door unlocked for a season the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

i keep the porch light on for nobody the moon is a coin i cannot spend the sea does not remember any of our names summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays we are all somebody else's weather i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the moon is a coin i cannot spend

i still set the table for the ghost of us the birds do not know we broke up your laugh survives in the hallway we sang until the neighbors forgave us

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years you were a rumor i believed twice