Verse by @lux.trebble

we are all somebody else's weather the sky was the color of an unopened letter the map was wrong but the walking was right the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

i wore your city like a borrowed coat the river takes what it is offered the floorboards keep the score the calendar keeps making promises

every train sounds like leaving from here the cold got into the bones of the house the highway hums the way you used to the dog still waits by the door at six

your laugh survives in the hallway i left the door unlocked for a season i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the sea does not remember any of our names

i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands the sky was the color of an unopened letter the sea does not remember any of our names we were young and the light was cheap