Verse by @dustline.rio

the moon is a coin i cannot spend the calendar keeps making promises i wore your city like a borrowed coat the lemon tree outlived the marriage

the map was wrong but the walking was right i put the whole year in one suitcase i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the kettle screams and i let it

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud i keep the receipts of everything i felt the lemon tree outlived the marriage we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the river takes what it is offered your laugh survives in the hallway i wore your city like a borrowed coat i keep the receipts of everything i felt

we are all somebody else's weather there is honey in the bottom of the bad years my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the mirror learned my face by accident

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the kettle screams and i let it i counted every streetlight home the cold got into the bones of the house