Verse by @nova.quill

summer left its fingerprints on the glass i keep the porch light on for nobody the moon is a coin i cannot spend the sea does not remember any of our names

the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays we were young and the light was cheap you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i saved the last cigarette for a braver night

the radio only plays the parts i remember my mother taught me how to fold a grudge there is honey in the bottom of the bad years you left your jacket on the chair like a promise

i keep the porch light on for nobody we were young and the light was cheap we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast