Verse by @lux.trebble

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i am the last one at the party fixing the lights the field went gold then went to sleep

the sky was the color of an unopened letter i keep apologizing to furniture every train sounds like leaving from here i speak to the version of you that listens

i left the door unlocked for a season my hands still know your kitchen the moon is a coin i cannot spend the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i put the whole year in one suitcase the lemon tree outlived the marriage i buried the argument in the yard

the river takes what it is offered i counted every streetlight home winter came in through the window we never fixed i counted every streetlight home

the field went gold then went to sleep