Verse by @wren.hollow

the highway hums the way you used to i keep the receipts of everything i felt we were young and the light was cheap the tape hissed where your voice should be

the mirror learned my face by accident the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the receipts of everything i felt

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the cold got into the bones of the house i saved the last cigarette for a braver night i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i speak to the version of you that listens i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i am learning the names of ordinary things again

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the sea does not remember any of our names the sea does not remember any of our names