Verse by @vera.tundra

i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries nothing holy ever asked for my name i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the river takes what it is offered the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays the calendar keeps making promises we were young and the light was cheap

the sea does not remember any of our names i wore your city like a borrowed coat i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the river takes what it is offered

i am learning the names of ordinary things again you left your jacket on the chair like a promise the radio only plays the parts i remember we sang until the neighbors forgave us

you never asked and i never stopped answering summer left its fingerprints on the glass my hands still know your kitchen the sea does not remember any of our names