Verse by @lux.trebble

the sky was the color of an unopened letter nothing holy ever asked for my name i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the field went gold then went to sleep

the kettle screams and i let it you never asked and i never stopped answering the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the cold got into the bones of the house

i keep apologizing to furniture i love you in the tense that has no word there is a version of us that stayed the kettle screams and i let it

the field went gold then went to sleep the highway hums the way you used to you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the floorboards keep the score

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the field went gold then went to sleep i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the cold got into the bones of the house

the map was wrong but the walking was right i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud we were young and the light was cheap i speak to the version of you that listens