Verse by @ren.marlowe

the tape hissed where your voice should be you never asked and i never stopped answering the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud

the lemon tree outlived the marriage i am the last one at the party fixing the lights i wore your city like a borrowed coat the river takes what it is offered

the floorboards keep the score you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the cold got into the bones of the house the tape hissed where your voice should be

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet there is a version of us that stayed your laugh survives in the hallway i still set the table for the ghost of us

somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the river takes what it is offered nothing holy ever asked for my name nothing holy ever asked for my name

i speak to the version of you that listens