Verse by @otis.lowlight

i counted every streetlight home the moon is a coin i cannot spend we made a home out of almost the cold got into the bones of the house

every train sounds like leaving from here winter came in through the window we never fixed nothing holy ever asked for my name the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays

you never asked and i never stopped answering the sky was the color of an unopened letter i keep the receipts of everything i felt we are all somebody else's weather

you were a rumor i believed twice the tape hissed where your voice should be i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet we are all somebody else's weather

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the calendar keeps making promises the dog still waits by the door at six winter came in through the window we never fixed

i am learning the names of ordinary things again i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the kettle screams and i let it