Verse by @lux.trebble

the cold got into the bones of the house your laugh survives in the hallway the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays my hands still know your kitchen

the calendar keeps making promises i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand we made a home out of almost i speak to the version of you that listens

i wore your city like a borrowed coat we are all somebody else's weather i buried the argument in the yard i left the door unlocked for a season

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i buried the argument in the yard the sky was the color of an unopened letter you never asked and i never stopped answering

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i keep the receipts of everything i felt the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath