Verse by @nell.paperback

we are all somebody else's weather i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath we were young and the light was cheap

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the floorboards keep the score winter came in through the window we never fixed

nothing holy ever asked for my name the sea does not remember any of our names every train sounds like leaving from here the dog still waits by the door at six

the sea does not remember any of our names we were young and the light was cheap we were young and the light was cheap the lemon tree outlived the marriage

summer left its fingerprints on the glass the floorboards keep the score the moon is a coin i cannot spend we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the birds do not know we broke up we are all somebody else's weather