Verse by @lyra.dunes

the moon is a coin i cannot spend my hands still know your kitchen the bus came and i did not get on i buried the argument in the yard

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the mirror learned my face by accident the map was wrong but the walking was right the birds do not know we broke up

the calendar keeps making promises winter came in through the window we never fixed i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the lemon tree outlived the marriage the river takes what it is offered there is honey in the bottom of the bad years we sang until the neighbors forgave us

i put the whole year in one suitcase the dog still waits by the door at six the bus came and i did not get on we made a home out of almost