Verse by @ash.faraday

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the sea does not remember any of our names i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the lemon tree outlived the marriage

you never asked and i never stopped answering there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the tape hissed where your voice should be there is honey in the bottom of the bad years

i counted every streetlight home the highway hums the way you used to i keep the porch light on for nobody the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the field went gold then went to sleep we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the dog still waits by the door at six i keep apologizing to furniture

i counted every streetlight home i still set the table for the ghost of us your laugh survives in the hallway i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i buried the argument in the yard i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands you were a rumor i believed twice the river takes what it is offered