Verse by @saoirse.grain

the sea does not remember any of our names i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands my hands still know your kitchen i am learning the names of ordinary things again

the dog still waits by the door at six we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast summer left its fingerprints on the glass the calendar keeps making promises

we sang until the neighbors forgave us the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the highway hums the way you used to i left the door unlocked for a season

the sea does not remember any of our names the birds do not know we broke up i left the door unlocked for a season i speak to the version of you that listens

i love you in the tense that has no word you were a rumor i believed twice