Verse by @arden.wolfe

i counted every streetlight home the highway hums the way you used to i put the whole year in one suitcase i am practicing being the kind of quiet you can stand

nothing holy ever asked for my name somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried summer left its fingerprints on the glass somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

nothing holy ever asked for my name the mirror learned my face by accident the cold got into the bones of the house you never asked and i never stopped answering

the map was wrong but the walking was right there is a version of us that stayed