Verse by @shiloh.pike

the floorboards keep the score every train sounds like leaving from here we made a home out of almost i buried the argument in the yard

the radio only plays the parts i remember your laugh survives in the hallway the kettle screams and i let it the moon is a coin i cannot spend

you never asked and i never stopped answering i counted every streetlight home somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i counted every streetlight home

you never asked and i never stopped answering the highway hums the way you used to the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i wore your city like a borrowed coat

the highway hums the way you used to the moon is a coin i cannot spend the cold got into the bones of the house the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i am learning to be a room with the curtains open