Verse by @marlow.quinn

the mirror learned my face by accident we were young and the light was cheap i still set the table for the ghost of us you can hear the whole town breathing at four am

the cold got into the bones of the house i wore your city like a borrowed coat the lemon tree outlived the marriage you never asked and i never stopped answering

the lemon tree outlived the marriage i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the map was wrong but the walking was right the cold got into the bones of the house

the map was wrong but the walking was right summer left its fingerprints on the glass