Verse by @tess.nakamura

there is a version of us that stayed i left the door unlocked for a season i keep apologizing to furniture my hands still know your kitchen

the kettle screams and i let it i counted every streetlight home i am the last one at the party fixing the lights summer left its fingerprints on the glass

the birds do not know we broke up the river takes what it is offered i saved the last cigarette for a braver night winter came in through the window we never fixed

there is honey in the bottom of the bad years somewhere a phone rings and nobody is worried