Verse by @lyra.dunes

i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand you were a rumor i believed twice the cold got into the bones of the house the moon is a coin i cannot spend

the cold got into the bones of the house the moon is a coin i cannot spend we made a home out of almost i am the last one at the party fixing the lights

i keep apologizing to furniture the lemon tree outlived the marriage the field went gold then went to sleep the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the calendar keeps making promises somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried the calendar keeps making promises

i keep the receipts of everything i felt somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried i keep the receipts of everything i felt there is a version of us that stayed

i keep the porch light on for nobody i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the kettle screams and i let it