Verse by @bram.ellery

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand the sea does not remember any of our names the river takes what it is offered the dog still waits by the door at six

you never asked and i never stopped answering the map was wrong but the walking was right i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet

the highway hums the way you used to the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath we made a home out of almost the moon is a coin i cannot spend

the highway hums the way you used to i counted every streetlight home the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors you never asked and i never stopped answering