Verse by @ivy.transistor

you never asked and i never stopped answering i put the whole year in one suitcase the birds do not know we broke up i keep the porch light on for nobody

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i still set the table for the ghost of us i keep apologizing to furniture

your laugh survives in the hallway we made a home out of almost the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i keep apologizing to furniture

my hands still know your kitchen the kettle screams and i let it we sang until the neighbors forgave us