Verse by @lyra.dunes

every train sounds like leaving from here i put the whole year in one suitcase you never asked and i never stopped answering the cold got into the bones of the house

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i keep the receipts of everything i felt the calendar keeps making promises my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i saved the last cigarette for a braver night the highway hums the way you used to i am learning the names of ordinary things again i keep the receipts of everything i felt

the moon is a coin i cannot spend i am learning to be a room with the curtains open i buried the argument in the yard summer left its fingerprints on the glass

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am learning to be a room with the curtains open