Verse by @vera.tundra

i left the door unlocked for a season i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries i keep the receipts of everything i felt the sea does not remember any of our names

the birds do not know we broke up i am learning the names of ordinary things again nothing holy ever asked for my name i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the river takes what it is offered the calendar keeps making promises i am learning the names of ordinary things again i left the door unlocked for a season

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the tape hissed where your voice should be we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the calendar keeps making promises