Verse by @nova.quill

my hands still know your kitchen i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet the cold got into the bones of the house you were a rumor i believed twice

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years i speak to the version of you that listens i speak to the version of you that listens i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

the mirror learned my face by accident summer left its fingerprints on the glass i am learning to be a room with the curtains open the field went gold then went to sleep

we made a home out of almost i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i buried the argument in the yard i left the door unlocked for a season

i counted every streetlight home every train sounds like leaving from here the field went gold then went to sleep i love you in the tense that has no word

the birds do not know we broke up your laugh survives in the hallway