Verse by @port.calloway

the moon is a coin i cannot spend the church bell is just a bell on tuesdays i left the door unlocked for a season we drank the cheap thing and called it a feast

the highway hums the way you used to nothing holy ever asked for my name summer left its fingerprints on the glass there is a version of us that stayed

nothing holy ever asked for my name nothing holy ever asked for my name i counted every streetlight home somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried

you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i put the whole year in one suitcase the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath i keep apologizing to furniture

i traded my quiet for a louder kind of quiet