Verse by @tide.mercer

your laugh survives in the hallway i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand your laugh survives in the hallway you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

my hands still know your kitchen the lemon tree outlived the marriage the wallpaper remembers the wrong colors i left the door unlocked for a season

the floorboards keep the score you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i love you in the tense that has no word the radio only plays the parts i remember

i speak to the version of you that listens we are all somebody else's weather i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet i buried the argument in the yard

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night there is a version of us that stayed the radio only plays the parts i remember i saved the last cigarette for a braver night