Verse by @wren.hollow

we are all somebody else's weather the highway hums the way you used to the floorboards keep the score the field went gold then went to sleep

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the highway hums the way you used to the dog still waits by the door at six nothing holy ever asked for my name

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the cold got into the bones of the house you never asked and i never stopped answering the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the radio only plays the parts i remember