Verse by @halftone.ohm

the birds do not know we broke up i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the calendar keeps making promises i keep the porch light on for nobody

we made a home out of almost we made a home out of almost i am learning the names of ordinary things again the kettle screams and i let it

i counted every streetlight home we are all somebody else's weather the tape hissed where your voice should be the field went gold then went to sleep

winter came in through the window we never fixed i still set the table for the ghost of us we were young and the light was cheap the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i put the whole year in one suitcase i love you in the tense that has no word the map was wrong but the walking was right i keep the receipts of everything i felt

i still set the table for the ghost of us i am learning the names of ordinary things again i still set the table for the ghost of us