Verse by @marlow.quinn

i am the last one at the party fixing the lights nothing holy ever asked for my name i keep the porch light on for nobody we made a home out of almost

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years the lemon tree outlived the marriage the lemon tree outlived the marriage the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath

you were a rumor i believed twice there is honey in the bottom of the bad years my mother taught me how to fold a grudge every train sounds like leaving from here

the sea does not remember any of our names you never asked and i never stopped answering summer left its fingerprints on the glass nothing holy ever asked for my name

summer left its fingerprints on the glass