Verse by @ren.marlowe

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries my hands still know your kitchen i still set the table for the ghost of us nothing holy ever asked for my name

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i am learning the names of ordinary things again i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you never asked and i never stopped answering

the birds do not know we broke up the bus came and i did not get on you never asked and i never stopped answering i put the whole year in one suitcase

nothing holy ever asked for my name the field went gold then went to sleep summer left its fingerprints on the glass the moon is a coin i cannot spend

you were a rumor i believed twice the lemon tree outlived the marriage