Verse by @ivy.transistor

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the sea does not remember any of our names i buried the argument in the yard

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the birds do not know we broke up i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the sky was the color of an unopened letter the bus came and i did not get on i put the whole year in one suitcase

your laugh survives in the hallway nothing holy ever asked for my name the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath you never asked and i never stopped answering

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night