Verse by @theo.brackish

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries the floorboards keep the score the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors every train sounds like leaving from here

the tape hissed where your voice should be nothing holy ever asked for my name my hands still know your kitchen the floorboards keep the score

your laugh survives in the hallway the floorboards keep the score the kettle screams and i let it the floorboards keep the score