Verse by @poppy.mires

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the birds do not know we broke up your laugh survives in the hallway i am learning to be a room with the curtains open

i am learning the names of ordinary things again you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

the mirror learned my face by accident the map was wrong but the walking was right i am learning the names of ordinary things again you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

summer left its fingerprints on the glass the bus came and i did not get on we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast the dog still waits by the door at six

the calendar keeps making promises the bus came and i did not get on i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am learning the names of ordinary things again