Verse by @birdie.quinn

summer left its fingerprints on the glass there is honey in the bottom of the bad years you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i wrote your number on my palm and washed my hands

i wore your city like a borrowed coat nothing holy ever asked for my name i am learning the names of ordinary things again i am learning the names of ordinary things again

summer left its fingerprints on the glass you can hear the whole town breathing at four am i keep the porch light on for nobody i wore your city like a borrowed coat

i left the door unlocked for a season your laugh survives in the hallway