Verse by @bram.ellery

the floorboards keep the score i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the floorboards keep the score winter came in through the window we never fixed

the cold got into the bones of the house the cold got into the bones of the house the calendar keeps making promises the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the highway hums the way you used to the highway hums the way you used to i keep the receipts of everything i felt

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the sky was the color of an unopened letter

i keep the receipts of everything i felt the dog still waits by the door at six there is honey in the bottom of the bad years winter came in through the window we never fixed

the birds do not know we broke up i speak to the version of you that listens you can hear the whole town breathing at four am