Verse by @ash.faraday

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am we sang until the neighbors forgave us i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i am learning the names of ordinary things again

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands i love you in the tense that has no word i buried the argument in the yard we sang until the neighbors forgave us

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i keep apologizing to furniture the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

your laugh survives in the hallway nothing holy ever asked for my name there is a version of us that stayed i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i still set the table for the ghost of us i am learning the names of ordinary things again the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays