Verse by @halftone.ohm

i still set the table for the ghost of us the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am learning the names of ordinary things again my hands still know your kitchen

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i left the door unlocked for a season

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i wore your city like a borrowed coat the cold got into the bones of the house we are all somebody else's weather

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the bus came and i did not get on nothing holy ever asked for my name the river takes what it is offered

my hands still know your kitchen i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand