Verse by @ash.faraday

i keep apologizing to furniture the birds do not know we broke up the kettle screams and i let it the radio only plays the parts i remember

the bus came and i did not get on the sea does not remember any of our names nothing holy ever asked for my name the river takes what it is offered

i keep the receipts of everything i felt somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the map was wrong but the walking was right the radio only plays the parts i remember

i wore your city like a borrowed coat i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the cold got into the bones of the house the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors

the dog still waits by the door at six your laugh survives in the hallway i buried the argument in the yard you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath the moon is a coin i cannot spend we were young and the light was cheap the bus came and i did not get on