Verse by @nell.paperback

the sky was the color of an unopened letter there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i keep apologizing to furniture i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors the highway hums the way you used to the tape hissed where your voice should be i left the door unlocked for a season

the map was wrong but the walking was right i love you in the tense that has no word the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i still set the table for the ghost of us

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

the birds do not know we broke up i wore your city like a borrowed coat we were young and the light was cheap the mirror learned my face by accident

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the moon is a coin i cannot spend every train sounds like leaving from here