Verse by @tess.nakamura

you were a rumor i believed twice there is a version of us that stayed we are all somebody else's weather you never asked and i never stopped answering

i am not sorry for the way i loved out loud the highway hums the way you used to summer left its fingerprints on the glass the sky was the color of an unopened letter

the bus came and i did not get on we made a home out of almost we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast we sang until the neighbors forgave us

the bus came and i did not get on i speak to the version of you that listens the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath summer left its fingerprints on the glass

i buried the argument in the yard we were young and the light was cheap you were a rumor i believed twice