Verse by @bram.ellery

the field went gold then went to sleep nothing holy ever asked for my name the river takes what it is offered i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens i wore your city like a borrowed coat

we sang until the neighbors forgave us you never asked and i never stopped answering the moon is a coin i cannot spend i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the radio only plays the parts i remember i speak to the version of you that listens i still set the table for the ghost of us winter came in through the window we never fixed