Verse by @harper.slate

i am learning to be a room with the curtains open winter came in through the window we never fixed the tape hissed where your voice should be the highway hums the way you used to

we are all somebody else's weather we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast winter came in through the window we never fixed i put my grief in a drawer with the batteries

the floorboards keep the score every train sounds like leaving from here we made a home out of almost i speak to the version of you that listens